Chablis' Lantern Grass Inn was located at the highest point of the town on the east side of the cliff. It looked like the ancient legends where the heroes and gods lived. The wooden hall was built on top of the cliff, and after being exposed to the wind and rain, water had seeped into the sturdy wood and turned it black. Looking down from the hall, there were rows of windows on the grey-white cliff. From afar, this unique scene looked like a huge beehive or a dragon's den on the cliff.
But in reality, that was the inn's guest room.
The door to the room Makarov the Maned Wolf was staying in was pushed open 15 minutes ago. The experienced mercenary leader raised his head from the map of Chablis. His thick eyebrows twitched when he heard a certain term from his subordinate. His deerskin gloved hand was still holding onto the magnifying glass with a bronze handle, but he had already opened his mouth and asked, "Article 314 of the Constitution?"
"'During an official mission, if there is a conflict between the two parties, the two parties shall be merged. Both parties shall be considered as having reached an agreement. The details of the merger shall be discussed by both parties. '"
An old man with white hair and beard sitting on a rattan chair by the window answered. The old man stared at the red book in his hand that was about four inches thick and didn't seem to be interested in the topic.
"Grandmaster Fleetwood, can this rule be extended?"
"Not necessarily." The old man replied.
"Alright, then let me see who that young man is," Makarov waved his hand at the young man in front of his table and said: "Go, let Redi test him." But he immediately stopped the young man: "Wait, did you find Eke?"
"Not yet, my lord."
"Alright, I got it. You may go. " Makarov shook his head and grunted: "This time, I must teach him a lesson. It seems like I've spoiled him too much. If this continues, I won't be able to explain myself to the lord."
A smile flashed across the old man's face as he read, and he shook his head slightly.
… …
"You're Brando?"
"I'm Brando." Brando raised his head and looked at the young man who was almost a head taller than him. His hair was a rare pure white, and his eyes were golden like amber. His face was feminine, and he looked like a woman.
'A Yablis?' Brando thought. The only impression he had of this minority was the silver-haired Sword Saint Gory Keyes who was active in Wohnde 30 years ago.
He knew that Makarov wouldn't accept his request so easily, but he didn't expect him to send such a young man to test him. To be honest, other than the Enlightened One and the Chosen One, there were very few youths around his age in this era who could defeat him.
Level 23's strength of the Iron tier. Moreover, Level 15 was the first threshold for any profession. Once this threshold was crossed, the profession's attribute bonus would enter the stage of Level 1 Strength to Level 2 Strength.
In fact, even though Brando had lost the Thorn of Light, his strength had increased to Level 15, which was 12 or even 13 times that of a trained soldier. Even though he looked like a frail young man, he could easily kill a wild boar with a single punch if he wanted to.
As long as Brendel opened his status panel, he could clearly see that his Absolute Strength had reached a terrifying value of 220. In other words, theoretically speaking, if he were to face any second or third tier army of any country in this world, he would be able to easily slaughter his way in and out of the place.
Aouine's adventurers usually referred to him as the strength of a squadron leader.
Moreover, Brando's hidden strength was far more than that. Just his Level 10 Erouine Military Swordsmanship was enough to make most of Erouine's officers and Knights blush with shame. Of course, Brando didn't feel that way. He only felt that there was still some distance between him and his grandfather.
But before he could finish his thoughts, the young man had already pulled out his sword and pointed it at him. The tip of the sword swayed slightly, and a cold light flashed in his vision.
"Listen well, merchant. I will never accept a weak challenge, nor will I show mercy. It's the exact opposite. Because the duel between warriors is sacred. It's a battle of swords and swords, trying to end the opponent's life. " The white-haired young man said: "The commander allowed me to fight you, but I won't go against my will and show mercy. Have you thought it through?"
Brando turned to look at the Roman.
"Brando, does he mean that he's stronger than you?" Romaine's eyes widened. In fact, she was trying to widen them even more. She blinked and asked.
"No, I don't think that's what he meant." Brando was not angered to death by the Roman, and could only reply in an annoyed manner.
"My lord?" Amandina asked.
Brando shook his head. [Can't you have a little bit of confidence?] But he had already pulled out the sword at his waist. After losing the Thorn of Light, he had been using a normal steel longsword, just like the one in his hand. The white-haired young man looked at his sword and couldn't help but show a trace of contempt. The sword was brand new, as if it was just bought from a blacksmith's workshop.
He was not wrong, and the truth was as such, because the previous sword had been shattered in a battle because it could not withstand Brendel's power.
Brando raised the sword and waved it casually, as if he was getting used to this new sword. But his actions immediately caused the mercenaries and explorers in the inn to hiss. No swordsman would only get used to their sword before a battle. Brando's performance was like a young boy who had never been on the battlefield before.
"Redi, isn't your idol the Jacobite Sword Saint Gory Keyes? Defeat this young boy and show us your strength!"
"Well said, as a fellow Sword Saint, you can't embarrass yourself."
"Redi, do your best, kill him!" The mercenaries immediately became rowdy. These lawless people were a group of people who would never know their place no matter where they were.
But when Brando heard one of the names, he couldn't help but be slightly startled: "Gory Keyes?" He was about to enter the preparation position of Erouine's military swordsmanship, but he relaxed his mind and raised his head to ask. This distraction caused him to only complete half of his movement, and the military swordsmanship's starting position went out of shape.
The mercenaries booed again.
"You don't deserve to mention that name." The white-haired young man's face darkened as he thrust his sword forward.
The sword was as fast as lightning in the eyes of ordinary people, but in Brando's perception range of 3.7 OZ, it was extremely slow. Moreover, he was attacked before he could finish his sentence. He subconsciously backhanded his sword — or more accurately, he raised his sword and slashed the sword out of the young man's hand. Whoosh! The white-haired young man couldn't hold his sword at all, and it flew out of his hand and stabbed into the ceiling.
The young man's sword was deeply embedded into the light black wood, and it was still trembling slightly.
The entire hall was stunned.
The mercenaries who had been cheering loudly earlier were now dumbfounded. It was as if they had seen a dragon or something else. They opened their mouths in a daze. To be exact, they had forgotten whether they should be cheering or booing.
Brando's sword was not elegant at all. To put it bluntly, it was like a barbarian swinging a stick. Because it was not a type of swordsmanship, it was purely an instinctive reaction. But the key to this sword was not its elegance, but its strength.
Innate strength? Everyone subconsciously thought of this.
This was nothing new. On the road of Vaunte, legend had it that some of the humans inherited the bloodline of the Golden Bloodline, and some were naturally awakened as the Chosen One. But there was another type, they left behind some of the characteristics of their ancestors. For example, they were born with innate strength, or strong recovery ability, or they were born with the ability to see elemental power.
Generally speaking, this kind of power could only be seen in creatures with Golden Bloodline, such as dragons, unicorns, and other mythical creatures.
But immediately, someone shouted:
"Level One strength!"
"Iron strength!"
The white-haired young man held his wrist and took five steps back. He looked at his swollen arm, and for a moment, he couldn't accept it. Although he was not as talented as Eke, he was able to reach the lower levels of the Iron-rank in his early twenties. He was considered one of the best among most people. However, he did not expect that he would not be able to withstand even one strike from a person younger than him.
How could there be so many monsters like Eke in this world?
Redi was stunned for a moment.
But his shock only lasted for a moment, because Makarov and another tall middle-aged man came up from below the inn. Although they didn't see the previous scene, they only needed to look at the swords on the ceiling and the reactions of the people on the scene. This shrewd mercenary group leader understood 80% of the situation.
His gaze fell on Brando's head, and he frowned. Even though he knew that the merchant who wanted to join his group was a young man, he didn't expect him to be so young.
"Buga," Makarov lowered his voice and said to the middle-aged man beside him, "You go test him."
"Me?" The middle-aged man's voice had a thick Arreck accent.
"Yes, I suspect this young man is from 'Paper Cards'." Makarov stared at Brando and said.
"Do they have such an outstanding young man? Makarov, aren't you thinking too much?" Buga said as he unsheathed the greatsword on his back, "But it's fine. Since you said so, I'll give it a try. No matter what, this young man must have some background. "
Makarov was startled as he turned around to look at his old friend.
"It's nothing, I just smelled something familiar." The middle-aged man looked at Brando with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
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(PS, I'm really still writing. Some of my friends' words are warm, and some of them are depressing. Continue writing, I want to rebuild my character.
I hope everyone can forgive me for the erratic updates. I'm writing as much as I can, and I'm not slacking off.
As for the problem of saving manuscripts … I really don't have the habit of saving manuscripts. Sorry, I only saved a short amount of manuscripts when I uploaded the book, and they were all sent out quickly.)
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