But Brando didn't care. He walked into the shed and sat down on the only empty straw mat. Everyone's eyes followed him and focused on him - especially the one named Maher.
The young man stared at him with an almost motionless frown.
Brando couldn't help but shook his head secretly, thinking how scary he was? He didn't make any movements on the surface, but the strength of the golden field allowed him to know every move of everyone around him, including the tense muscles and heart of the other party.
The heavy beating confirmed that they were extremely nervous now.
But he didn't try to eliminate this tension, thinking that this would be fine - although these guys wouldn't reveal the matter about themselves for the time being, who knows? It would be nice to be able to monitor their every move here.
And because of his presence, the weird and tense atmosphere in the room lasted until after evening, after dinner to be precise.
Because most workers actually arrived at the mining area on Sunday night, and the start of silver mine work usually had to wait until the next morning, Brando had plenty of time to familiarize himself with the situation here.
But he didn't try the terrible dinner. It was impossible to tell what was being cooked in the pot. It was green and mushy like a witch's potion - it even had a rancid smell. Brando only said
Just one look at it was enough to whet my appetite—not to mention eating it.
He was only glad that he had brought enough dry food with Yuta's reminder. At the same time, he also doubted whether the female mercenary leader had done similar work before, otherwise how could she be so experienced.
After walking around outside and confirming the locations of several other camps intentionally or unintentionally, Brando returned to his shed. But this time he saw the malnourished boy as soon as he entered.
Sitting in the house.
He didn't seem to go out with anyone else. Brando glanced aside and found that the girl was also accompanying the boy.
He was stunned for a moment: "You don't want to eat?"
Brando thought that this guy was ostracized by others. After all, this kind of thing happens often in this kind of group and is not uncommon. But the weak boy shook his head and said, "I won't eat dinner."
The other person didn't seem afraid of him, but answered calmly.
Skipping dinner? Brando was startled: "Fasting?" He immediately thought that these were believers of the Silver Lily Sect. In his impression, only those poor ascetic monks had such strange habits.
The monks of Silver Lily skipped dinner in order to remember the days when Harut, the King of Fire, was on the Great Plains - the most difficult period of time for mankind in the dark ages. In order to escape the pursuit of the Min'er people
And wandering in the wasteland - countless people died of hunger on this escape road.
In response to Brando's question, the young man nodded.
The Silver Lily Sect is a small sect affiliated with the Temple of Fire and is very common in the Anlek area. However, the average believer in this sect does not practice fasting unless they are monks and apprentices who have received instructions.
So Brando looked at the young man and asked, "Have you studied under a monk?"
The young man nodded again, "I studied with a monk for a period of time. Although I have never started, I can still be considered a teacher. Sir," he replied in a decent manner.
"Are you literate?" Brando asked.
The young man nodded.
This is incredible. When Freya was Butch's militia captain, she could only recognize a few words. This was because the Valkyrie was lucky enough to meet Madden as the guard captain; and Madden, as Butch's militia captain,
The guard captain is very famous in the game. In fact, the reason why he is completely different from ordinary Eruin veterans is that he is not only literate, but also very knowledgeable.
From this point of view, the same is true for Brando's grandfather. However, Brando knows that his ancestors were at least once wealthy. His father was a miller after all, and it is normal for the family to have an inherited education.
As for Roman, it was entirely because of her aunt. It was a joke that the descendants of witches could not read. As for most of the others, they were no different from being illiterate. There were not many civilians in this world who were literate.
So Brando simply sat down and asked with great interest: "In that case, why are you still here? Although the Silver Lily Church is poor, it is still an official sect recognized by the Temple of Flame."
"Sir, I don't know which sect I should belong to. The monk who taught me has passed away." The young man replied.
Brando suddenly realized that this was the case. The other party may not have received formal teachings, so he could only be regarded as an ordinary believer.
His interest in this small episode only lasted for a moment, and his mind quickly returned to this operation. Through previous investigations, Brando had already initially figured out the general situation in the mine, but this made him
I feel more and more troublesome.
As far as he knew, the swordsman—their biggest threat in this operation—actually rarely appeared in the mines and stayed in the military camp most of the time. And of course they couldn't get into the military camp to kill each other.
It's easy to get in, but it's a bit impossible to kill the opponent without being discovered.
Brando didn't come up with any comprehensive solution for a while, but fortunately, he had made up his mind to stay here for a week anyway, just to see if he could find any opportunities during this week.
But while he was thinking about this, he heard the frail young man coughing on the side. He turned around and saw that the latter was coughing violently with the support of the girl. Maybe he noticed his gaze, and the young man was a little agitated.
He raised his head apologetically and smiled slightly and replied: "*** is sick, sir. If you feel uncomfortable, please sit further away——"
Brando didn't take it seriously. He now has a physique close to 100. Not to mention that he is immune to all diseases, at least traditional diseases have nothing to do with him. So he shook his head and took out a water bag from his backpack: "This
There’s clean water in there.”
He knew that the water in the mining area was not for human consumption at all, and some of it had already become stinky after being stored in wooden barrels.
"Thank you." The girl with some light freckles on her face took the water bag at the boy's signal, and then gave Brando a strange look.
Her look made Brando confused. He didn't think too much when he handed the water over - it was just a bag of water - as a modern person who once lived in an era of extremely abundant material, Brando obviously
Don't care about this thing.
But he did not realize that in a world like Warnde, most people living at the bottom of society actually believed in the jungle law of the jungle and respected the strong. Not everyone here was willing to work for free.
To lend a helping hand to the weak.
But no matter what, Brando's unintentional behavior won him the favor of the other party. After the boy took a sip of water, his coughing was obviously much easier. However, he didn't have the strength to speak yet, so he was silent for a while, but the girl spoke first.
asked:
"Sir, I heard that you are very powerful?"
Brando was stunned for a moment, thinking that this question was a weird one, and he seemed to have never considered this issue before. And was he considered to be great? He compared it with his past 130 years.
After the tenth level experience, he shook his head and replied: "Just do it..."
"It's just that you are very powerful. I heard that among the adventurers outside, there is a person with a certain rank called Black Iron. I must be such a person, sir?" the girl asked.
"It's the black iron rank." The young man added on the side.
Brando glanced at the two of them and didn't understand why they were interested in this. However, the division of professional levels was not a secret there. In fact, many civilians also knew about it.
"Barely enough, just a little bit worse." Brando imagined that he was already very eye-catching with black iron strength at such a young age. Most of the mercenaries in his hands who entered the black iron level were at least thirty or forty years old.
of prime age.
However, of course he wanted to be as inconspicuous as possible here, so he answered casually.
He saw the two people opposite looked at each other, and then the girl asked: "Sir, are all adventurers like you? I mean...the black iron rank?"
Brando glanced at them. "Of course not. As you know, people with black iron strength are already considered very powerful among adventurers."
He didn't lie. No matter how powerful he was, who would wander around and become an adventurer, unless they were the kind of people who like to wander around, but after all, those people are not in the majority.
But after answering, he added a question: "Why do you ask this?"
"We want to go outside and take a look." This time the boy spoke.
"Go on an adventure?"
The young man nodded.
Brando thought that being an adventurer was not a good choice, but he did not dissuade him. To some extent, in fact, being a miner here was not much better in his opinion. He was also a young man, so he naturally understood.
What the other person thinks.
But when he looked at the other party, he suddenly remembered that the other party knew more about this mine than he did, and the other party seemed to have lost some of his wariness about him. Isn't this a good opportunity to inquire about the news?
So he thought for a moment and asked: "I heard that some of the tunnels in the silver mines of Schafflund are said to have penetrated the underground world connecting to the Qogendigang below, right?"
"Sir, I don't know what place you are talking about Qogendigang." The young man shook his head: "But some of the tunnels under this silver mine do lead to the underground. Legend has it that no one has ever been able to walk from there to the end.
Someone disappeared because of this.”
Brando thought that sure enough, it seemed that the information provided by Tajib was not wrong. Suddenly he had a vague idea in his mind, so he said: "It sounds interesting. Is there any related legend?"
The boy exchanged a look with the girl next to him again, but this subtle movement did not escape Brando's eyes. In fact, they had known that Brando had other motives, and now it seems that he really did it for
He came from those weird legends under the mine, which is consistent with his identity as an adventurer.
"Of course." The young man nodded slowly.
"Do you want to hear it, sir?"
"Of course." Brando replied: "If you tell me carefully, I can give you a reward -" He probably sensed the misunderstanding of the other party and was happy to keep this misunderstanding.
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(***. I forgot the time for drawing today, so I just updated it. I uploaded the hand-painted Freya to the public, which is an official design! If you like it, you can check it out.)
