The Amber Sword

After Brando arrived in the house, he became silent.

Instead of caring, Brando walked into the shed and sat on the only empty lawn table. Everyone's eyes moved with him and focused on him - especially the young man named Maher - almost frowned and stared at him.

Brando couldn't bear to shake his head in the dark, thinking he was so horrible? He didn't have much movement on his face, but the strength of the gold field made him know everything about everyone around him, and the tight muscles and heart beating each other confirmed that they were nervous right now.

But he's not going to get rid of that tension, and it's okay to think about it —— these guys aren't going to stab themselves out for the time being, but who knows? It would be nice to be able to keep an eye on them here.

And because of his presence, the strange and tense atmosphere in the house lasted until after the evening, precisely after dinner.

Because most workers in fact arrived in the mining area on Sunday night, silver works typically wait until the next morning, and Brando has plenty of time to familiarize himself with the situation.

But he didn't try that horrible dinner, and he couldn't tell what was cooking in that pan, and the green paste was like a witch's medicine —— even with a hint of hair. Brando just glanced at it and lost his appetite -- and don't talk about eating.

He was only thankful that he had enough dry food on Utah's reminder. It is also doubtful that the head of the female mercenary group has done similar work before, otherwise how could she be so experienced?

After wandering around and inadvertently confirming the location of several other camps, Brando returned to his shack. But this time he walked in and saw the teenager sitting in the house, somewhat malnourished.

He didn't seem to go out with the others, Brando swept his eyes aside and found that the girl was with the teenager.

He stunned: “You're not eating? ”

Brando thinks this guy is being ostracized by other people, and after all, it's not uncommon for this to happen often in this group. But the weak teenager shook his head, "I don't eat dinner. ”

The other person did not seem afraid of him, but responded openly.

No dinner? Brando said, “Ramadan?” He immediately remembered that he was no more than a follower of the Silver Lily sect, and his impression was that only those poor and bitter monks would have such strange habits.

The brothers of Silver Lily did not go to dinner to remember the days of Harut, king of flames, on the Great Plains - the most difficult of the dark years of mankind, wandering in the wilderness to escape the pursuit of the Minors - and countless people died of hunger on this flight path.

On Brando's issue, the teenager nodded.

Silver Lilies, a small sect affiliated with the Temple of Fire, are common in the Antillean region, although there is no fasting practised by ordinary followers in this sect, unless they are apprentices of the ordained monks.

So Brando looked at the teenager and said, "Have you studied under the Brotherhood? ”

The teenager nodded again, "I have studied with a monk for some time, and although I have never been introduced, I have been instructed. Sir.” He answered very nicely.

“Can you read?” Brando asked.

The teenager nodded.

This is remarkable, because Freya, as the militia captain of Butch, only recognized a few words, because the goddess of martial arts had the privilege of meeting Madden as the guard captain; and Madden, as the guard captain of Butch, was quite famous in the game, and in fact, he was quite different from the average Eluin veteran precisely because he was not only literate, but also intelligent.

And so did Brando's grandfather from this point on. But Brando knew that his ancestors were at least once vast, that his father was at least a miller, and that it was normal for families to have an inherited education.

Roman, on the other hand, because of her aunt alone, the fact that the wizard's descendants cannot read is purely a joke - and most of the others themselves are illiterate, not much literacy among the world's civilian population.

So Brando sat down and asked with interest, "If that's the case, why are you here? Although the Silver Lily Church is poor, it is still an official denomination recognized by the Temple of Fire. ”

“Sir, I didn't know I was supposed to belong to that denomination. My monks who taught me have passed away.” The teenager replied.

Brando suddenly turns out that he may not have been officially taught, so he can only be an ordinary believer.

His interest in this little interlude lasted only a moment, and his mind quickly returned to this operation. A previous exploration of Brando had begun to shed some light on the general situation in the mine, but it was making him more and more troublesome.

To his knowledge, the swordsman - the biggest threat to their operation - rarely appears in the mines, and most of the time stays in the barracks. And of course, they can't touch each other in the barracks. It's easy to touch each other, but it's a bit of a nightmare to kill each other and not be discovered.

Brando didn't come up with a thorough solution for a while, but it's a good thing he's decided to stay here for a week, only to see if he can wait for the week.

But while he was thinking about it, he heard the weak teenager coughing; he turned around and saw that the girl was helping him, who was coughing badly. He noticed his gaze, and the teenager looked up with a slight smile and replied, "What's wrong, sir, if you're uncomfortable, just sit far--”

Brando didn't think that he was nearly 100 years old, not to mention uninvited, at least the traditional disease was that he had no choice. So he shook his head and took a water bag out of his backpack: "There's clean water in there. ”

He knew that the water in the mine was not drunk at all, and some of it was already stinking in barrels.

“Thank you.” The girl with some faint freckles picked up the water bag at the teenager's behest, then looked at Brando strangely.

Her glance was called Brando's confusion, and he didn't think too much of it when he passed it - just a bag of water - as a modern man who once lived in an era of great material abundance, Brando obviously wouldn't care about it.

But he did not realize that in a world like Warnde, where the majority of people living at the bottom of society practiced the law of the jungle, where the strong prevailed, not everyone was willing to reach out to the weak free of charge.

But in any case, Brando's unintentional behavior earned him a favor, and the teenager drank a sip of water and coughed significantly easier. However, he had not yet had the strength to speak and remained silent for a while, but the girl asked first:

“Sir, I hear you're good? ”

Brando stunned and thought of it as a strange question, and he seemed to have never really considered it. Do you think you're good? After comparing his past level 130 experience, he shook his head and replied: "Just barely...”

“It's amazing to barely force, I hear there's a certain rank of adventurers out there called black iron or something, I'm sure Mr. Big is the same person?” The girl asked.

“is the black iron rank.” Adolescents added.

Brando looked at the two of them and wondered why they were interested. But the division of the professional hierarchy is no secret there, and many of the civilians know it.

“Nearly enough.” Brando's imagination of being so young and possessing the power of black iron is quite remarkable, and most of the mercenaries in his hands are at least thirty or forty years old.

However, the less visible he is here, the better, so he answered casually.

He saw the other two looking at each other, and the girl said, "Sir, are all adventurers like you? I mean the... black iron bits? ”

Brando looked at them. “Of course not, as you know, people with the power of black iron are quite powerful among adventurers. ”

He's not lying, he's a little stronger. Who's going to walk away as an adventurer unless he's the kind of person who likes to wander around, but he's not the majority after all.

But after he answered, he added, "What are you doing with this? ”

“We'd like to take a look outside.” This time the teenager spoke.

“To adventure? ”

The juvenile nodded.

Brando wanted to be an adventurer. It wasn't a good choice, but he didn't discourage it. In a way, in fact, being a miner here isn't as good as he seems to be, and he's also a young man, naturally knowing each other's thoughts.

But when he looked at each other, he suddenly remembered that he knew much more about the mine than he did, and it seemed that the other side had removed some of its guard from him, which was a good opportunity to hear the news.

So he thought, "I heard in the pit tunnels of the silver mine in Schafflund, there are legends that dig through the underground world that connects Jorgendigan below, right? ”

“Sir, I don't know what you're talking about.” The teenager shook his head: "But some of the tunnels beneath this silver mine do lead underground, legend has it that no one can ever walk from there to the end, and others have disappeared as a result. ”

Brando thought for sure that the message from Tajib seemed to be correct. He suddenly had a vague idea in his mind, and he said, "Sounds interesting. Any related legends? ”

The teenager once again exchanged an eye with the girl around him, but this subtle move did not escape Brando's eyes. In fact, they knew that Brando had come for nothing, and now it seems that he did come for those strange legends beneath the pit, which corresponds to the identity of an adventurer.

“Of course there is.” The teenager nodded slowly.

“Would you like to hear it, sir? ”

“Of course.” Brando replied, "I can reward you if you say so carefully -” He probably noticed the other person's misunderstanding and enjoyed keeping it.

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