Tirste looked up and saw that the forest in front of him was a mottled, dreamy green. Thirty-seven knights were lying on the ground around him. Their corpses lay quietly among the piles of dead leaves. They had long lost all signs of life. The young viscount could feel the pain from the sword wound under his ribs, and every time he breathed in, he felt a prickling sensation that made him dizzy.
He saw a green Knight behind a chestnut tree looking at him coldly from the darkness like a ghost. Tirste's head spun as he realized that he had been tricked. However, the information came from within the Unifying Guild, and the letter from Megeschke (the commander of the Silver-winged Cavalry) had the Krait Seal on it as well. Unless that damned cavalry commander was a traitor, Tirste sighed and cursed in his heart. His hand subconsciously reached for his sword that had been knocked away. It was a subconscious action. Even when he was at his peak, he had only exchanged a single blow with the knight covered in emerald armor and was severely injured. That kind of power was unpredictable, and the most unbearable thing for him was that the other party did not even have the power to activate his Elemental Power.
He defeated him with just a simple sword technique.
Tirste glanced at the white stone altar in the middle of the clearing, where a simple longsword was placed. The hilt of the longsword was engraved with a red and gold pattern, and on it were the images of three unknown heroes. It was the Lionheart Sword, the legendary sword that contained the benevolence, valor, and justice of kings. However, there was still the motionless Knight of the Lake in between him and the sword.
It was as if there was a chasm between them.
The Knight of the Lake stood silently in the middle of the forest, obeying the ancient Knight's teachings to not attack those who had lost their ability to move. A normal person would have wisely chosen to retreat, but Tirste sneered and continued to crawl forward. Even with the sword wounds on his thigh, abdomen, and ribs making it impossible for him to stand, the young viscount was still able to move forward inch by inch with his two hands.
Tirste knew that he did not have long to live, but even if he was going to die, he wanted to die closer to his target than the others. As the bastard son of the Duke of Grinoires, he had been brought up to understand the fickleness of human nature. If nothing could be relied on, he had to rely on himself. If he was weak, he would lose everything. He had slowly gained his current position because of this kind of ambition.
Even if he had to pay the price of his life, he would still fight against his ambition.
The young viscount clenched his teeth and crawled. He did not know when the Knight of the Lake's sword would pierce his heart. Or he would die from excessive blood loss. But what he didn't expect was that the Knight covered in a layer of emerald armor only glanced at him with his eyes under the metal mask, then put away his sword and left without saying a word.
What was going on?
Tirste was taken aback, but he didn't let go of this opportunity and immediately crawled forward. No matter what, this opportunity would not come again. Even if he had to die, he had to retrieve the sword from the altar. He felt that he was getting closer and closer to the white stone altar, and the distance between him and the sword was closing. Finally, he was able to reach for the hilt.
But the moment he touched the Lionheart, a warm current flowed through his body. He could feel his body becoming more active, as if every pore on his body had opened up. His wounds started to itch as they healed faster. However, the young viscount was slightly startled. He lowered his head and discovered that apart from the bloodstain on his chest, the wound under his ribs had already disappeared without a trace.
A holy sword!
Tirste took a deep breath and knelt down with great difficulty. He examined the sword in his hand carefully. But to his surprise, the Lionheart in his hand started to emit a faint light that healed the wounds on his body. But in the next moment, the light on the sword quickly faded. Then, it turned into stone.
The young viscount was so shocked that he almost threw the stone sword away. However, when he calmed himself down and carefully stroked the sword with his hand, he could no longer feel the ripples of mana. It was as if he was really holding an ice-cold stone in his hand. Other than its shape, it was no different from any other stone in the forest.
"What's going on …" Tirste, who had just survived the ordeal, looked at the sword in bewilderment. From what he saw before, this should be the Lionheart Sword, but why did it suddenly turn into stone? He held the sword with both hands and felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart. Even though it was just a piece of stone, there was a vague feeling that it was resisting him. It was as if the sword was in his hand, but it didn't feel like it was there.
Tirste gripped the stone sword tightly and looked around. The forest behind the rock wasn't that big, and they had already searched every inch of it. There shouldn't be anything else here. From the looks of it, the sword in his hand shouldn't be a fake. However, why did it become like this? This wasn't something he could figure out in a short period of time. He only muttered to himself for a moment before deciding to take this thing out of here first.
But before he left, he couldn't help but look back carefully.
The Knight of the Lake was probably hiding in the shadows of the forest, staring at him coldly. Tirste sighed in relief when he saw that the knight didn't appear again. "What an unlucky trip … …" Tirste couldn't help but shake his head. He didn't even look at the corpses on the ground. Instead, he hugged his sword and walked past the corpses of the knights as he staggered out of the forest.
… …
The humming sound of the Sage Slate finally stopped in Brando's hand. He had never seen the Sage Slate resonate for such a long time before. Everyone in the dungeon stared at the mysterious rune in Brendel's hand for a while. It was only when it stopped for a long time that they turned their attention back to Brendel.
The prison fell silent, with only the sound of dripping water coming from a distance.
"This must be a bound Sage Slate, my lord." Even though Bosley was currently a prisoner and Brendel's temporary retainer, he stood in front of the young lord with a neither servile nor overbearing attitude. It was as if he wanted to show that he was only temporarily relying on the Royal Faction and that he could return to the Royal Faction in the future. But what surprised him was that Brando didn't seem to care about this. Bosley was surprised and puzzled. Compared to the uncertainty in his heart, he felt that it would be better if this young man locked him up again. However, freedom was hard to come by. Just the warmth of the torches made him want to breathe in more air, so he wouldn't say such words again.
Brando looked at the old man and nodded. "You know him?" He asked. Brando didn't care about Bosley's attitude because he wasn't a noble. He had been a leader of a guild, but he had never been a lord. Even though he was in this position, he didn't have the self-awareness. It was just that he didn't notice it. However, his attitude was unanimously approved by his followers. Even Amandina had to admit that Brando's amiable attitude made the group feel more cohesive.
Moreover, the young man always exuded a strong self-confidence that was enough to motivate others to follow him.
Even the noble ladies couldn't help but think that perhaps this was the so-called unique charm.
Brando's curious gaze landed on Bosley. The Philosopher's Slate was described in the Cruz's creation myth, [Poem of the Blue], and the mountain people's ancient records, [Howling Wind]. The Miirna people and the witches believed that it was a fragment of a star that fell to the earth because it could connect with the threads of fate in the sky. In fact, the mortals knew a lot about the Philosopher's Slate for thousands of years. Xing Jian also used it for divination. The method was to connect the Philosopher's Slate with something, then she could accurately predict the direction of the thing related to it. The Stone Sage also used the same method to foresee the future. As long as the Philosopher's Slate was placed on the Stone Sage's body, the player would be able to obtain the answer in their heart. This was the legend of the people, and the players had personally confirmed that there was such a setting in the game.
However, the Master Craftsman was able to see that the Philosopher's Slate was bound to him. This wasn't simple. Not everyone knew about runes, especially since the Philosopher's Slate was one of the oldest runes in the game. As a Royal Craftsman, it was understandable that he had heard about the legends of the Divine Artifacts, but it was strange that he was proficient in ancient runes. After all, even the Craftsmen of Buga were not proficient in runes. Brando stopped and looked at Bosley, but he didn't rule out the possibility that the Master Craftsman was just guessing. He asked, "Indeed. But can you tell what the Philosopher's Slate points to?"
Brando's question was a little difficult because even he didn't know what the Philosopher's Slate meant. At most, he guessed that it had something to do with the Lionheart.
"That is …" Bosley suddenly stopped, and his face turned serious. Brando saw the Master Craftsman's hands trembling as he stared at the Philosopher's Slate. "The Sage, the emblem of a king, valor, justice, and mercy. How …" He took a deep breath and couldn't help but look at the Philosopher's Slate again, but the more he looked, the more serious his expression became. In the end, he couldn't take it anymore and took a step back. He looked up at Brando in disbelief and asked tentatively, "The Lionheart Sword?"
Brando's expression soon became even more surprised than him.
Scarlet exclaimed. Even though she didn't know what the Sage Slate was or what magical runes were, as a citizen of Erouine, the most famous story she had heard since she was young was the story of King Erik and his Lionheart Sword. She immediately turned her head back as if she wanted to get confirmation from the young man's face, but she heard Brando ask in a hoarse voice,
"How did you know?"
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