While the two were talking, Fiyas suddenly interrupted, "My lord, is Lady Eroma all right?"
"She's fine." Brando turned his head and glanced at the little sprite on Malourcha's head. "When there's a chance, I'll make her come back."
"I understand, just like Lord Malourcha and I, right?"
Brando nodded.
Fiyas' eyes sparkled and she said "Oh" with admiration. She probably thought that Brando bringing her and Malourcha back to life was probably the greatest thing in the world.
Miss Tata seemed to remember something and asked, "Mr. Brando, did you destroy your own Dimension Hole earlier?"
Brando was troubled by this matter. On one hand, he felt a little guilty about Eroma. On the other hand, the things poured out of the Dimension Hole filled the deck. Mainly holy water, all kinds of alchemy potions, scrolls, and the glass sword he had obtained earlier. Of course, the most valuable thing in here was probably a few God-slaying Magic-breaking Awls.
This was the result after he left the remains of the armor and weapons he found in the Loop of Trade Winds in Valhalla. Otherwise, this small deck might not have been able to fit them all.
"Yes, annihilating the Dimension Hole will create a spatial fault. This is the only way I can think of to stop the spatial fault from advancing," he replied. "Fortunately, Martha blessed me. I was worried that the Dimension Hole was too small for it."
The sprite was slightly touched. She had learned about Brando from the Elven Queen and had some understanding of the latter's situation. She knew that the Dimension Hole was a very precious treasure in the mortal world, and Brando was just a noble lord on the border of the civilized world. Although the Elven Queen had mentioned that he was the grandson of Sword Saint Darius, Sword Saints were not rare in the Elemental Plane. A mortal Sword Saint could not possibly be that rich.
She also remembered the Elven Queen telling her and Eleranta about the young man in front of her borrowing the Dragon's Orb from the elves. If he even needed to borrow something like that, it was obvious that the latter was poor. "No wonder Mr. Brando was interested in such a lousy item when he traded with us …" She thought to herself.
On the surface, Miss Fairy's expression was as usual and she did not say a word, but her little heart was slightly melancholy. It was such a person who was willing to give up the most precious treasure to save everyone at the critical moment. She felt her nose tingle slightly. It was like a rich man and a beggar both donating a copper coin. The two approaches might not be better, but the latter was often more touching.
Of course, she did not know that Brando was far from a proletarian fighter in Wohnde. At the very least, he had nothing to do with poverty or lack of money. All in all, the huge difference in value and wealth between Elementals and mortals created a wonderful misunderstanding at this moment, making Brando's image in Miss Faerie's heart become incomparably lofty.
She was even full of sympathy.
In fact, with Miss Faerie's current state of mind and knowledge, even if she really saw Brando's warehouse in Abies Castle full of gold, silver, and jewels — of course, most of them were the property of the Roman lords and the public property of the territory — she would probably be full of sympathy.
This kind of mentality was probably similar to when we saw ragged barbarians treat shells and glass as treasures. She could not help but subconsciously have such a thought: "How pitiful, they don't even know what real wealth is —"
If this kind of mentality was mixed with some affection for the latter, it would not be surprising that it would evolve into sympathy and pity.
Miss Faerie thought for a moment, reached her hands behind her neck, and untied a leather rope from there. She picked up the leather rope and held it in front of Brando with both hands, saying: "Mr. Brando, please accept this —"
"What is this?"
Brando looked at the thing in Miss Faerie's hand — it was a necklace. At the end of the leather rope was a very small crystal ball about the size of his little finger. There seemed to be something in the crystal ball, but it was too small to see clearly.
"This is the Floating Sphere, the masterpiece of the Dazzling Light People," Tata replied as she put the item in his hand. Like all magic items, this necklace could automatically adjust its size according to its owner. Soon, it enlarged to about the size of a pigeon's egg in Brando's hand.
Only then did Brando see the thing in the crystal ball clearly. It was a piece of soil covered with moss. It was suspended in the middle of the crystal ball, and there seemed to be a miniature landscape above the moss.
But he did not notice this at all. His attention was all attracted by Miss Tata's words. "This is the Floating Sphere?" Brendel could not help but suck in a breath of cold air. The Celestial Sphere was a Sub-Divine Artifact. What was sealed in the Celestial Sphere was not a miniature landscape, but a real continent. Among the most legendary half-plane fragments of Vaunte, a few were sealed in such a Celestial Sphere. Not only were there continents, but there were also living beings and societies.
The legendary Lich Aodin had such a Floating Sphere. The continent in the Floating Sphere was called the Last Holy Realm. There were several kingdoms on the continent, and hundreds of thousands of mortals lived there.
The Floating Sphere was of a much higher level than the Dimensional Hole. The Dimensional Hole was just a dimensional fragment, but the Floating Sphere sealed a real half-plane — the World Fragment. Previously, when he asked Eroma to take the Dimensional Hole to detonate the dimensional fault, if he had used the Floating Sphere, he was afraid that even a corner of the shallow sea would have collapsed.
Fortunately, the Law of the Floating Sphere was very stable. As the most legendary race of craftsmen, the Divine Artifacts and Lesser Divine Artifacts they made were very reliable.
"This is too valuable, Miss Tata." Brando suddenly felt that the crystal ball in his hand was a little hot.
"It's okay. You saved all of us. We can't let you suffer for nothing. Besides, if you are the king that Lady Martha has promised, we will all be your followers."
Tata could not help but sympathize with him when she saw him like this. Mr. Brendel was such a simple person. Even a small Celestial Sphere could be considered as a precious item.
"And this floating sphere isn't our best demiplane fragment. If there's a chance, I'll give you my 'Leaf Crown Vein'. There's a complete Tree of Life in that demiplane fragment. It'll be of great help to you."
'This is not our last half-plane', 'Leaf Crown Vein', 'complete Tree of Life'. Brando was suddenly bombarded by a series of terms that left him speechless for a long time. He finally understood the gap between his knowledge and the other party's. No wonder the White Mist said that he was blind and got a bunch of rubbish after the deal with the Tirmosi people.
It was not that the White Mist's standards were too high, but that he was too country bumpkin.
After figuring this out, Brando silently kept his mouth shut and accepted Miss Tata's gift. The Mist Elder and the Wise Sage of the Frozen Sea naturally also expressed their gratitude. The two Tirmosi elders looked at Brando with a gaze that made him feel a little uncomfortable. If they had 'eyes', they each gave him a lot of gifts.
One of them was the Angel's Heart Bottle. This was one of the most powerful recovery items in The Amber Sword. Of course, this was a title given by the players. In fact, it was just a mythical item. The milky white bottle was said to contain the Tear of an Angel.
As long as the bottle was worn, it would continuously heal the wearer's wounds. The recovery rate was about one-thousandth of one's HP per second. In other words, if a dying person wore this holy item, it would take less than twenty minutes for them to be fully recovered.
Of course, the Angel's Heart Bottle would only heal the wearer's HP, but it would not heal serious wounds such as broken limbs. But as if taking this flaw into consideration, the archangels who made this mythical item gave it another miracle.
Once a day, as long as the wearer drank the Tear of an Angel in the Angel's Heart Bottle, the wearer would be fully recovered. Of course, resurrection was a little exaggerated, but full recovery was not a joke at all. It would remove all abnormal statuses and heal all injuries, including broken limbs. Of course, the injuries had to be sustained on the same day. Old disabilities were not within the healing range of the Angel's Heart Bottle. Otherwise, this thing was almost equivalent to a moving fountain of youth.
After the Angel's Heart Bottle was used, it would lose all its power and become an ordinary crystal bottle. It would not be refilled until the next day and recover its power.
The description of this holy item was also very interesting. There was a sentence engraved on its metal ring called 'Full of Hope.'
Brando always felt that this holy item was given by the Mist Elder because of the disdainful tone of the Mist Elder after seeing his' holy water '. The Mist Elder's thoughts at that time were probably: These things are not worthy of His Excellency, the King of the Earth.
Only a few bottles of No.2 Holy Water could fight.
Brando felt like crying but had no tears.
The Wise Man of the Frozen Sea gave him the treasure of Andvaranoth, the King of the Rings. The players called it the One Ring because of the curse power it carried. He also told him that the World Tree's Root could counter the curse on the ring. But it was not only because of the World Tree's Root, but also because the World Tree's Root was the Thorny Laurel of the King of the Wohnde. In other words, this ring was actually a symbol of the King of the Wohnde.
Brando felt a little ashamed. It was not that Miss Tata and the Wise Men of the Tyrmosian people were country bumpkins, but that he was too ignorant.
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