Graudin snapped his fingers while Brando was deep in thought. Two servants immediately brought out a wooden box. They cleared the table and placed the boxes in front of Brando, bowed slightly, and left.
The Baron stood up and gestured for Brando to open the box.
"What is this?" Brando knew that the Baron would not give him anything good. Even though he was a Viscount, Graudin did not need to fawn over him. Moreover, he had slapped Graudin's face so hard just now, and the Baron was still trying to get back at him.
He hesitated for a moment, then nodded to Amandina and signaled her to open the box.
Amandina immediately stood up and opened the box. She was currently acting as a Viscount's attendant, so she had to act appropriately. She could not act like she usually did and ask for advice. But when Amandina opened the first box, her movements froze.
From Brando's perspective, he could see that she was clenching her teeth to stop herself from screaming.
[What's going on?]
Amandina stood in front of the box for a long time, as if she was under some kind of spell. Brando could see her throat trembling slightly, as if she was making a soft cracking sound. Amandina took a deep breath and moved to the side in the end.
The fork in the small Roman's hand fell on the plate with a clatter.
Brando's expression changed in an instant.
There was a human head in the box.
To be exact, it was the head of the Swordsman he had seen before. The Swordsman's eyes were tightly shut, and his skin was as pale as a sheet of rubber.
Brando remained silent.
Amandina carefully glanced at him. She suppressed her emotions and finally opened the other box. Even though she was on the verge of breaking down, she still played her role as the main character. Her fingers were trembling so much that she could not hold the lid of the box. She calmed herself down and slowly opened the lid.
There was another female Elementalist's head inside.
Amandina's face was pale.
"That woman tastes good," Graudin replied with a smile: "But a gentleman doesn't take what others like. I heard that the wine cup made from a young girl's skull is exceptionally delicious. I don't think the viscount has ever tried it. As for the other one, consider it a gift. "
Just as he finished speaking, everyone in the hall heard a soft buzzing sound.
They immediately saw Brando's sword vibrating on its own as it unsheathed itself. It let out a sharp buzzing sound, as if it was screaming for slaughter, but also as if it was about to shoot out in the next moment. The young man pressed both of his hands on the table and pursed his lips tightly. He didn't say a word, but everyone could feel a cold aura emanating from him.
It was a killing intent that seemed to have materialized.
The nobles sitting next to Brando were the first to bear the brunt. The knives and forks in their hands clattered to the ground. They were so shocked that they could not move at all. The Knights drew their swords in an attempt to protect Graudin. Graudin, on the other hand, had a smile on his face as if he was enjoying the pleasure of toying with his opponents.
However, the smile froze on his face as soon as it appeared.
Almost everyone in the hall saw a layer of white frost climbing up the table. It started from Brando's front. The silver plates and porcelain plates cracked, and the pieces of porcelain shattered into powder. The white frost moved forward, and for a moment, the tableware on the long table exploded into a white mist. It was as if an invisible monster was crossing the table and heading straight for Graudin.
The two Knights in front of the baron groaned as their swords broke into pieces. They screamed in pain and covered their eyes with their hands. Blood flowed out from the gaps between their fingers.
However, the screams in the hall were not as sudden as the shock in everyone's hearts. There was only one word that came to everyone's mind when they saw this scene.
[Elemental Sensing].
Even Brendel did not expect that he would be able to comprehend the meaning of Elemental Power while he was in the Realm of Berserk. At that moment, he felt as if his mind was in a boundless darkness. Graudin's despicable and cowardly actions had crossed the bottom line in his heart.
Brando felt disgusted. Indeed, it was a feeling of disgust that came from the depths of his heart. He looked at the man who was wearing the skin of a baron. His bones were filthy, and the hypocritical smile on his face seemed to be distorted into an absurd abstract picture.
An impulse arose in his heart to make this filth completely disappear from this world.
But from the boundless anger, Brendel came to another realization. It was not a cold killing intent, but a stillness. Space was still. Even though he was filled with anger, he had another thought to examine himself. This thought cleared his mind. It was as if he could see his anger from a transcendent perspective and calmly control it.
In other words, it was as if there were two Brando's at this moment. One Brando was completely shrouded in a boundless killing intent, while the other Brando was calmly examining his anger from a transcendent perspective.
Thus, Brando found that he could completely control the anger in his heart.
He felt that his strength was increasing exponentially, and this realization merged with the one he gained from the battle with his grandfather. Brando finally touched a solid barrier.
He knew.
That was the Elemental Wall.
The moment he touched the wall, he felt a few very fleeting words in his mind: stillness, stillness, stability. Then, the wall mercilessly bounced him back. Trying to break through to Elemental Awakening? You're not qualified!
Then, all the illusions collapsed, and the world in his mind seemed to shatter into pieces. Time resumed its flow in an instant, pulling him back to reality.
Then, Brando heard the sound of frying beans. The glass and porcelain shattered in front of him. The temperature in the hall seemed to have dropped by a few dozen degrees, and a thick layer of frost formed on the walls.
The first thing Brando did when he raised his head was to place his hand on the silver-plated sword hilt. With just this action, Graudin and the twenty Knights behind him were forced to take a big step back by an invisible force. The chairs behind them cracked and shattered into pieces of wood like butterflies.
"Protect me!"
Graudin screamed.
Even though the knights around him felt uncomfortable, they had no choice but to pull out their swords to block Brendel's path once more. What awaited them was Brendel's ordinary sword strike —
His thumb and index finger pressed against the crossguard, his little finger hooked around the hilt, and his middle finger, ring finger, and palm together stabilized the sword. He swung his wrists from left to right, and his elbows and shoulders drew a simple arc.
White Raven Sword Style.
Power Burst.
No matter how one looked at it, this was the most basic swordsmanship. It was like the first strike of a novice swordsman. The trajectory was clear, and the intent was obvious. Even an experienced swordsman would be able to predict where this strike was going to come from.
However, none of the twenty Iron ranked Knights had the ability to dodge it.
That sword seemed to be stretched in the air, and the frightening cold light on the blade made everyone feel a bone-chilling coldness from their bones. The chill crept up their bodies and froze instantly, forming a thick layer of ice.
Elemental Energy, Ice.
They couldn't move.
A white light swept across them, and twenty heads flew high into the air. At that moment, almost everyone was dumbfounded. No, it wasn't just dumbfounded. They were so shocked that they couldn't control themselves. There was the sound of chairs and utensils being overturned. The nobles on both sides of the table hurriedly retreated and clung to the walls on both sides. They did not even care about the cold, as if they were afraid of being close to this terrifying young man.
Twenty ice sculptures fell down in front of him, turning into lifeless corpses. For the first time, the aura of death was displayed in front of Baron Graudin. He had always been able to control the life and death of others, but at this moment, he finally understood that when life was mercilessly taken away, the weaker party was as weak as a drowning man who couldn't fight back against fate.
That was the deepest sorrow. The civilization that humans were most proud of was completely trampled on.
He finally couldn't take it anymore. He thought that Brando was at most a Silver ranked swordsman. This identity was only on the same level as him, so they could naturally use all kinds of methods to show off their strength.
But now, he realized that he was wrong. He wasn't a Silver ranked swordsman. He was a terrifying existence who had already touched the edge of Elemental Awakening. No, once Elemental Awakening was achieved, he was no longer human.
The person sitting in front of him wasn't someone to be trifled with, but a giant beast that chose to devour people.
Brando stood forward with a cold face, and the long table was split into two halves. The others didn't even see how he did it. They only saw the young man moving forward, and there was no longer any obstruction between him and the baron.
Brando didn't say a word, and his hand once again reached for the hilt of his sword.
"I'm the Lord of the Kingdom!"
Graudin was on the verge of breaking down. He looked around in panic, hoping to see someone come to his rescue. Unfortunately, there was no one. Everyone was scared silly. They didn't think that a good banquet would turn out like this. Or rather, they didn't think that a Silver ranked swordsman who had touched the edge of Elemental Awakening would come to such a remote place.
Brando walked forward step by step, looking at the man as if he was looking at a dog.
He lowered his hand, preparing to end the man's life.
But at this moment, Brando felt a hand on his. He was slightly startled and turned his head to see Scarlett holding her halberd, looking at him with her amber eyes.
"Scarlett?"
The girl with the red ponytail looked at him and shook her head.
(PS: For those who feel that the plot is not coherent, please continue reading. Due to the limited space of my daily updates, I cannot express everything that I want to express. The answers that you need will appear later.)
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