Act XLIV Silver Mine

The room fell silent as soon as Brando arrived.

But Brando didn't care, and he went into the hut and sat down on the only empty straw mat. All eyes followed him, focused on him—especially the young man named Maher, staring at him almost without moving, frowning.

Brando couldn't help but shake his head secretly, thinking to himself that terrible? He didn't make any moves on the surface, but the strength of the Golden Realm made him aware of the every move of everyone around him, and the tense muscles and heavy beating of the other party's heart confirmed that they were very nervous right now.

But he didn't try to get rid of the tension, thinking to himself that it would be fine - these guys wouldn't poke out about themselves for the time being, but who knows? It's nice to be able to watch their every move here.

And because of his existence, the strange and tense atmosphere in the room lasted until after the evening, after dinner, to be exact.

Since most of the workers actually arrived at the mine on Sunday evening, and the silver mine usually didn't start until the next morning, Brando had plenty of time to familiarize himself with the situation.

But he didn't try the terrible dinner, which was indistinguishable from what was boiling, green as if it were a witch's potion - and even smelled rancid. Brando had just one look at it and had an appetite - not to mention eating.

He was glad that he had brought enough dry food with Yuta's reminder. At the same time, I wondered if the mercenary leader had done similar work before, otherwise how could she be so experienced.

After walking around the outside and confirming the location of several other campsites, Brando returned to his shed. But this time, as soon as he entered, he saw the somewhat malnourished teenager sitting in the room.

He didn't seem to be out with the others, and Brando's eyes swept to the side to find that the girl was also accompanying the teenager.

He was stunned for a moment: "You don't eat?" ”

Brando thought to himself that this guy was ostracized by other people, after all, this kind of thing often happens in this kind of group, and it is not uncommon. But the weak boy shook his head, "I don't eat dinner. ”

The other party did not seem to be afraid of him, but calmly replied.

Skipping dinner? Brando was stunned: "Fasting? It immediately occurred to him that this was a follower of the Silver Lily Sect, and he had the impression that only poor ascetics would have such strange habits.

The monks of the Silver Lily did not eat dinner in order to remember the days of Harut, the Lord of Fire, on the Great Plains—the most difficult time of mankind in the Dark Ages, wandering the wasteland to escape the Minr pursuit—and countless people died of starvation on this path of escape.

To Brando's question, the teenager nodded.

The Order of the Silver Lilies is a small branch of the Sanctuary of Fire, common in the Anlek region, though the general believers of this sect do not fast unless they are apprenticed monks.

So Brando looked at the boy and asked, "Have you studied under the monk?" ”

The boy nodded again, "I studied with a monk for a while, and although I have not yet started, I am still instructed. Mr. He replied very decently.

"Are you literate?" Brando asked.

The boy nodded.

This is incredible, Freya only knew a few words as the militia captain of Buchi back then, and this is because the Valkyrie was fortunate enough to meet Madden as the captain of the garrison; Madden is very famous in the game as the captain of Buch's garrison, and in fact he is very different from the average Eruin veteran because he is not only literate, but also very knowledgeable.

From this point on, so did Brando's grandfather. However, Brando knew that his ancestors were at least once broad, his father was a miller anyway, and it was normal for the family to have an inherited education.

Roman, on the other hand, is entirely because of her aunt, and the fact that the witch's descendants can't read is just a joke - as for the others, most of them are illiterate, and there are really not many literate commoners in this world.

So Brando simply sat down and asked with great interest, "In that case, why are you still here?" The Silver Lily Church, though poor, is still an official denomination recognized by the Temple of Fire. ”

"Sir, I don't know what sect I belong to, and the monk who taught me is deceased." The boy replied.

Brando suddenly realized, it sees, the other party may not have received formal teachings, so he can only be regarded as an ordinary believer.

His interest in this small episode lasted only a moment, and his mind quickly returned to this action. Brando's previous expedition to the mine had given him a rough idea of what was going on inside the mine, but it was getting him more and more troublesome.

As far as he knew, the sword master - their biggest threat to the operation - he was in fact rarely seen in the mines, and would stay in the barracks most of the time. Of course, it is impossible for them to touch the barracks to kill each other, it is easy to touch each other, but it is a bit of a fantasy to kill each other without being discovered.

Brando didn't come up with a comprehensive solution for a while, but fortunately he had already made up his mind to stay here for a week anyway, and it was only necessary to see if he could wait for any opportunities during the week.

But he was thinking about it when he heard the weak young man coughing on one side; He looked back and saw that the girl was coughing heavily, with the latter's support. Probably noticing his gaze, the young man looked up apologetically and smiled and replied, "Old problem, sir, if you feel unwell, sit farther away-"

Brando didn't care, he now has a physique close to 100, not to mention that all diseases are invasive, at least the traditional diseases are nothing to do with him. So he shook his head and pulled a hydration bag out of his backpack: "There's clean water in here." ”

He knew that the water in the mining area was not drunk by people at all, and some of it had already stinked in wooden barrels.

"Thank you." The girl, who had some faint freckles on her face, took the water bag at the boy's signal, and then gave Brando a strange look.

Her glance puzzled Brando, and he didn't think much of it as he handed it over—it was just a bag of water—and as a modern man who had lived in an age of great material abundance, Brando obviously didn't care.

But he didn't realize that in a world like Vaynd, in fact, most people living at the bottom of society still believe in the law of the jungle, where the strong are respected, and not everyone here is willing to lend a helping hand to the weak for free.

However, in any case, Brando's unintentional behavior won him the favor of the other party, and the boy's cough was noticeably easier after taking a sip of water. However, he did not have the strength to speak, and was silent for a while, but the girl spoke first and asked:

"Sir, I heard you're very good?"

Brando was stunned, thinking that this question was a strange question, and he really had never thought about it. And are you considered powerful? After comparing his past experience of one hundred and thirty levels, he shook his head and replied, "Reluctantly......"

"Barely is very powerful, I heard that those adventurers outside have a rank called black iron or something, presumably Mr. is also such a person, right?" The girl asked.

"It's the Black Iron Rank." The teenager added on the side.

Brando glanced at the two of them, not understanding for a moment why they would be interested in this. However, the division of professional ranks is not a secret there, in fact, there are many people among the common people who know about it.

"Barely enough, not close." Brando thought to himself that it was already very remarkable to imagine that he was so young and had the strength of black iron, and most of the mercenaries in his hands who had entered the black iron rank were at least thirty or forty years old.

However, the less conspicuous he is here, the better, so he replied casually.

He saw the two people on the other side glance at each other, and then the girl asked again, "Sir, are all adventurers like you?" I mean...... Black Iron Rank? ”

Brando glanced at them. "Of course not, as you know, people with the strength of black iron are already considered very powerful among adventurers."

He didn't lie, no matter how strong he was, who would be an adventurer, unless he was the kind of person who liked to wander in all directions, but that kind of person was not in the majority after all.

But after answering, he added: "What are you asking for?" ”

"We wanted to go outside and have a look." This time the teenager spoke.

"Going on an adventure?"

The boy nodded.

Brando thought that being an adventurer would not be a good choice, but he did not dissuade him. In fact, being a miner here is no better than that, and he is also a young man, so he naturally understands the other party's thoughts.

However, he looked at the other party, and suddenly remembered that the other party knew much more about this mine than he did, and the other party seemed to have eliminated some of his vigilance in front of him, isn't it a good opportunity to inquire about the news.

So he thought for a moment and asked, "I've heard that in the pit tunnels of the silver mines of Shavlund, there are legends that some of them have dug through the underground world that connects the Jorgandegon below, right?" ”

"Sir, I don't know what kind of place you're talking about." The boy shook his head: "But some of the tunnels under this silver mine do lead underground, and legend has it that no one can go to the end of there, and some people have disappeared because of this." ”

Brando thought to himself, sure enough, it seems that the information provided by Tajib is not wrong. He suddenly had a vague idea in his mind, so he said, "Sounds interesting, is there a legend about it?" ”

The teenager exchanged a look with the girl next to him again, but the subtle movement did not escape Brando's eyes. In fact, they had known that Brando had come for something else, and now it seemed that he had come for the strange legends beneath the mines, which was in keeping with the identity of an adventurer.

"Absolutely." The boy nodded slowly.

"Would you like to hear it, sir?"

"Of course." Brando replied, "Tell me carefully, I can pay you—" He sensed the misunderstanding and was happy to keep it up.

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(PS. I forgot the time to draw today, so I changed it. I uploaded a hand-painted Freya to the public, the official design! If you like it, you can check it out.)