Brendel was a little surprised to see someone with the strength of a supreme realm standing beside the lord of a small place like Rosalyn. Although the person's strength had not completely reached the Extreme Plains and should be lingering at the last stage of the peak of the law, it was a bit like Greysword Saint-mephistopheles in the Loop of Trade Winds. It could be said that the person was only half a step into the supreme state, but even so, it was enough to prove that the person was a genuine supreme being.
He had seen the Knight beside the lord of Rosaleen. Their individual strength was relatively strong, and their average standard was also very high. They were much higher than the great lords like Erouine, Arreck, and Seifer, but they were barely on the same level as the Cruz Empire.
However, a place like Rosaleen in the empire was probably only equivalent to a remote place like Anzeruta. The people were equally tough, and the distribution of strength was uneven. The strength of the ordinary people was similar to that of most places in Erouine, but the strength of the Knight and adventurers was obviously higher.
However, even in a place like Anzeruta, he had never heard of a lord having a supreme being as his follower, not even a semi-supreme being.
First of all, how could the local lord have a supreme being serving him? The number of supreme beings in the entire empire was less than ten. Including those who lived in seclusion, there were no more than twenty of them. How many lords were there in the empire? Excluding those Knights who had a few pieces of knight's salary, there were at least hundreds or thousands of them.
Secondly, most people could not afford to raise a Limiteer. If a Limiteer wanted to continue walking down this path, they would need to consume countless resources. Take Lu Yin for example; if he had not been lucky enough to experience the baptism of the great demonic wave, he would not have been able to reach this step so quickly. However, outside of the Law of Tiamat, how much pure magic was brought by the tide set off by the Sea of Magic? If it was converted into magic crystals and other similar products, how many magic crystal mines did Wohnde have to support such consumption?
Not to mention, just his nominal teacher, Greysword Saint-mephistopheles, alone consumed one-fifth of the magic crystals produced in the Black Forest every month.
The same amount was almost half of the consumption of the entire Valhalla Fleet. One person was equivalent to half of the floating fleet. How many lords could afford to raise a supreme being? If Brando did not have the ability to exploit the resources in the Black Forest with the druids, perhaps the Abies would not have been able to keep his nominal teacher for long.
Of course, this did not exclude the possibility that some supreme beings were the protectors of smaller duchies or kingdoms, or even members of the royal family of the kingdom or duchies with high seniority. Out of the need to protect their descendants and foundation, they might not care about personal gains and losses and stay in a barren land for a long time. Even if this choice was not beneficial to their pursuit of the Law and power, these people would often give up on the desire to continue on this path. They would put more thought into the pursuit of worldly power, and it would be difficult for them to improve their strength.
After all, after the Supreme Realm was a vast and boundless road. Since the War of the Holy Saints, almost no one could take the next step to reach the Sage Realm, so there were many people who chose this path.
However, Brando did not think that the middle-aged man in front of him was such a person.
First of all, the man had nothing to do with the Rosaleen family, because no matter how one looked at him, he did not look like a native of Rosaleen. To be precise, the man was a foreigner. He had light brown hair, light blue eyes, deep set eyes, a high nose bridge, and fair skin. At first glance, one could tell that he was a typical Wohnde person.
Brando also judged that the man should be from the southern part of the Cruz Empire, the descendant of Anzeruta and the Gray Mountain people in the Gray Mountain area. The Erouine people there had been mixing with the people of the empire for a long time, thus forming a special race.
How could such a person walk together with the Lord of Rosaleen?
He suddenly remembered that Xin seemed to have said that the number one guard captain of Rosaleen was a foreigner. He claimed to be from Cruz, and seemed to be called Boban or something. However, Brando felt that this name did not sound like a Cruz person's name, but more like an alias.
The moment Brando saw this person, he released the suppression on the Knight in front of him. It was not a wise thing to take the initiative to open the Extreme Plains in front of an opponent of the same level, and he did not want to be as stupid as Williams. Normally, only wizards would take the initiative to pull their opponents into their Extreme Plains, because to them, the Extreme Plains was only a means to establish a home ground advantage. They trusted their magic more, and magic was the only way to win.
The Rosaleen Knight suddenly felt that the power that was shackling them was no longer restrained. Caught off guard, they almost lost their balance and fell off the saddles of the wingless dragons. Even so, these Knights were so frightened that they sprawled on the saddles, as if they were not Gold rankers, but ordinary people who had never ridden a horse before. They made a fool of themselves.
These Knights were sweating profusely, and their faces were a little ugly. They knew that the Lord of Rosaleen was looking in their direction, and from his gloomy expression, it was obvious that he was not satisfied with their performance.
Fortunately, Boban acted to stop his Lord.
He was also sizing up Brando. In fact, this guard captain was not as calm as he appeared on the surface. The moment Brando released the suppression on the Knights, he knew that this young man's strength was a little terrifying.
This terrifying meant that it was beyond his imagination.
This was a genuine supreme class fighter, and he might not even be in the middle or early supreme class. When Brando opened the Extreme Plains, Boban did not see what it looked like. To be able to integrate the supreme class with the material world was something that only the late supreme class could do.
However, the late supreme class was a broad range, and it was hard to say how far the late supreme class could go.
Boban had some confidence in dealing with ordinary supreme class fighters, and he was not completely helpless against those in the middle or late supreme class. Even though he was only half as strong as a Supreme Realm warrior now, that was only because of the scars left on his body from the passage of time and his injuries. When he was at his peak, a young man like Brendel would at most surprise him.
However, to think that there was such a genius in this era, Boban felt a little emotional.
He thought that the turbulent era that he had experienced was already Wohnde's most glorious era. In the decades after that, the names of the past faded away one after another. The empires seemed to have sunk into a long period of depression. The great era before the war that made people's hearts surge was gone forever. All that was left was the reminiscence of the past.
He thought that the mortal kingdoms would sink into a long period of depression, but he did not expect that after half a century, such a genius would be born on this land again.
There was more than one of them.
The two spirits of the dead behind Brando, and the little girl standing beside them, were all reflected in Boban's eyes. Although the talents of the Incirsta Dragon and Tarkus could not compare to Brando's cheat-like strength, they were still considered top-notch among ordinary geniuses, especially the Black Lord of Madara. Although he was a spirit of the dead, he was only about the same age as Brando.
As for Phoenix Fire, Brando felt that if it was not for the System's endorsement, he would have been left behind by her by dozens of streets.
Before seeing these people, Boban thought that he should have thrown away everything in the past. He had left Wohnde for Ninephoenix, and left the land that he had always yearned for to come here for nearly half a century. Old Rosaleen had helped him when he was at his lowest, and he had always thought that he would protect this somewhat ruined family because of this kindness. At least, that was how it seemed to him.
Until a hundred years later, he had guarded his own secret and left this world.
But today, the young man standing in front of him seemed to have regained his desire for the truth. He knew that he did not have much time left, but for a moment, the thought of becoming a spirit of the dead had ignited in his heart.
The shock in his heart did not come from Brando's strength and talent.
It was his face.
It was a typical face of the Erouine people. He was slightly handsome, but next to the Incirsta Dragon and Tarkus, he was not worth mentioning. Everyone knew that the Incirsta Dragon was one of the three most handsome men in the Roman Empire, the other two being Tarkus and Ladios.
Next to them, Brando seemed to be overshadowed.
"Mr. Boban, the little girl beside this young man should be the one that the Ghost Chariot is looking for. They should have an accomplice, but I don't know where he went." Lord Rosaleen was not stupid. He knew the strength of his Knight subordinates. Brando was able to toy with these people like playing monkeys. Obviously, his strength was not proportionate to his youth.
He also knew the strength of his subordinates, so even if Boban did not stop him, he would not act rashly. His Knight subordinates were not worth mentioning, but the Rosaleen family could not produce any more convincing force. This was indeed a ruined family. Ever since his father passed the position of the head of the family to him, or rather, ever since the Rosaleen family failed in the Swift Plains and migrated here, it had become an established fact.
Fortunately, he still had someone to rely on. He knew how powerful the nominal captain of the guards beside him was. He was not actually a retainer of the Rosaleen family, but had stayed here to take care of his descendants because of his father's kindness.
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