"But I'm a member of the Royal Faction." The old man shook his head. "My lord, do you think I'll agree to this?" He raised the waterskin in his hand. "Or do you think you can convince me with this little bit of kindness?"
"Grandmaster, why don't you let me finish?" Brendel replied: "Different things have different meanings when placed in different situations. Blindly not changing is the path to self-destruction. I'm sure Grandmaster Bosley has personally experienced Sir Everton's lesson. "
The old man snorted softly. "Then tell me, young man."
"Less than two weeks ago, with the support of Queen Anna, the eldest son of the Royal Family announced his succession," Brando replied. "Other than House Seifer, Marquis Kluge of the Thorny Flower and his men are also supporting him. Even though Master Bosley has been imprisoned for more than three years, you should know who these people are, right? "
"Ah!" Bosley exclaimed. "How could Kluge be in control of the Kingdom? What are Lord Oberbeck and his men doing?" He suddenly stopped. "What about His Majesty?"
Brando did not answer and only looked at him.
The old man was slightly stunned. His white hair trembled, and the wrinkles on his face deepened. He looked like he had aged ten years in an instant. "How … … How could this be … … Wouldn't our efforts be in vain … …" He muttered to himself for a long while, but as someone who had been through a lot, he finally calmed himself down and asked, "Alright, Lord Oberbeck is definitely not a mediocre person. Tell me, my lord. There must be another reason why they allowed that clown Kluge to take advantage of them, right? "
Brando nodded. But in his heart, he thought that Marquis Kluge of the Thorny Flower was not a clown. He was one of the core members of All for One. How could he be a mediocre person? But even so, he still narrated the series of events that happened since the War of the Black Rose. From his narration, the meaning of this war became completely different, because at this moment, no one in the entire Aouine knew better than him what kind of earth-shattering changes were happening in the neighboring Kingdom of Darkness.
"You mean Madara's invasion?"
"Exactly."
Bosley's expression turned ugly, and he finally raised his hand to interrupt, "So you're saying that everything is related to the Mercury Staff?" A glint flashed in the old man's eyes, "You're saying that the Mercury Staff has resurfaced? Loki's mercury staff? "
Brando was surprised, he did not expect this Master Craftsman to know about this. The legend of the Mercury Staff was not widely spread in the human world. Even in the game, Erouine and the other human players only figured out the background story and missions of the Mercury Staff in the second year.
"You know about this staff?" Brando asked: "Grandmaster Bosley?"
"Of course." Bosley replied.
He suddenly patted the dust off his chest and stood up. Although he was a little unsteady, he still stood up shakily. "Not only do I know about the Mercury Staff, I also know where the legendary Staff of Darkness came from."
"Oh?" Brando's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise. He had never heard of the origin of the mercury staff even in the game. He only knew that the first time this divine weapon appeared was in Loki's hands, and after countless years of silence, it reappeared in Madara's land where darkness grew. But as for its history, and whether it once belonged to the God, he had no idea. What surprised him was that he didn't expect there to be an additional plot. However, he didn't know how much this Master Craftsman knew.
"There's more than one Mercury Scepter." Bosley's words caused Brendel to freeze to the spot as if he was petrified.
"What?"
"Actually, it's a set of Divine Artifacts," the Master Craftsman said calmly. "I used to think that it was just a legend. But today, my Lord, you said that the Mercury Scepter has reappeared in the world. Then, it's very likely that the legend is becoming a reality. So, the next one —" he paused for a moment and raised his head to look at the young man. His cloudy eyes seemed to have become unusually bright.
"The Fire Scepter?" Brando was slightly taken aback: "What's that?" The doubt in his heart grew. He was confident that he was knowledgeable enough in the game, but he had no idea what the Master Craftsman was talking about. He did not even have the slightest impression of what it was. It was reasonable to say that once a treasure of this level appeared, it would cause an uproar, just like the Mercury Staff. Although Madara kept the news under wraps, it only took a year for it to be confirmed among the players.
"My lord, have you heard of the legend of the Four Sages?"
"Of course," Brando nodded: "The Flame King Gretel, the Wind Empress Saint-ausol, the High Priest Fanzin, and the Saint Eleranta. How could I not know?"
Bosley's eyes flashed, as if his gaze had traveled back a thousand years to the era of the War of the Holy Saints. He said in a nostalgic tone: "Gretel, Saint-ausol, Fanzin, and Eleranta had obtained the recognition of the ancient kings in order to defeat the Dark Dragon." He turned back: "This is an event recorded in the Cruz's epic poem of creation, the Poem of the Heavens. My lord, you should know about it, right?"
"The four 'Hermits' defeated the 'Emperor' in the darkness —" Brendel muttered subconsciously. However, he was suddenly startled. In the darkness, under the bright full moon, a pitch-black tower extended into the sky appeared before his eyes. He felt as if he was standing on a vast land, looking up at the endless tower that pierced straight into the clouds. It was as if a sense of insignificance arose spontaneously. He could not help but shake his head to shake the illusion out of his mind, and then his whole person returned to reality.
"My lord?" Scarlet asked softly when she saw the fine beads of sweat on Brando's forehead that glistened under the light of the torch.
But Brando shook his head, indicating that there was nothing wrong. He took a deep breath. His heart was vaguely doubtful, but he only asked, "I know, and then?"
Bosley glanced at him: "The Four Hermits took out four Divine Artifacts from the Valleys of the Ancient Kings. They are the Scepter of Flame, Oderfeiss."
"Wait —"
Brando shouted: "Oderfeiss? Isn't that the Flame King Gretel's sword, the full name of the Sword of Flame?" When he saw the master craftsman looking at him without moving, he suddenly reacted. He could not help but subconsciously look at the Ring of the Wind Empress on his hand. "So, the Hydra Ring of the Wind Empress, the Divine Power of Oramisol, the Holy Spear of the Void, these are …?"
Bosley nodded.
The young lord was silent for a moment: "How did you know this, Grandmaster Bosley?"
Bosley looked at him and whispered: "My lord, do you think this old man can trust you?"
Brando paused for a moment, then sighed and nodded: "I understand. But Grandmaster Bosley, what do you think of my previous proposal? "
"Before that, I have a question, my lord," Bosley replied: "Since you know what the Staff of Mercury represents, and that Erouine is walking on the edge of a cliff, why do you have the confidence to revive Erouine?"
"I don't have the confidence," Brando replied without hesitation: "But that's not important. After the War of the Black Roses, Erouine's civil war is on the verge of breaking out. But now, I have decided to side with the Corvado Royal Family. Duke Arreck is about to announce his support for the Crown Prince, and the princess is in a precarious situation. I hope to lend her a helping hand. Even if you call me a member of the Royal Family, it doesn't matter. "
Bosley looked at him in confusion: "If that's the case, why don't you join us? Don't you understand the principle of strength in numbers? "
"I've said it before," Brando replied: "I have my own position, and I have my own way of doing things."
"Forgive me for being blunt, but I don't quite understand," Bosley shook his head: "Mortals have their own motives, but what about you, my lord?"
"My motive?" The young lord smiled: "My motive is … If I don't do anything, why would I come here?"
Bosley was taken aback. He didn't understand Brando's words, or perhaps he would never understand the meaning behind Brando's words. He carefully looked at the young man and slowly said, "Even so, what do you want an old man with one foot in the grave like me to do for you, Sir? If it can help the Corvado Royal Family, this old servant will go through fire and water without hesitation. But then again, if my lord wants to raise a private army, I'm sure you don't lack a blacksmith like me. " He paused for a moment: "As far as I know, there are no less than five specialized workshops in Abies. As the lord of the kingdom, I'm sure you won't have a headache over such a small matter, right?"
Brando looked at the stubborn old man and felt a headache coming on. He couldn't understand how the rotten Corvado Royal Family could still have such loyal subjects. But he also understood that his foundation was still shallow. He could only say that he was on the princess's side, so he shook his head: "Grandmaster Bosley, normal armors aren't hard to obtain. But Erouine's White Lion Armor … Only a royal blacksmith like you would know how to make it, am I right?"
"White Lion Armor!" Bosley looked at Brando in disbelief: "Erouine's Light Swordsman … You want to form a proper army?"
Brando nodded, but he suddenly frowned.
He felt the Philosopher's Stone in his pocket vibrate again.
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