After Brando arrived, the room became silent.
However, Brando did not care. He walked into the shed and sat down on the only empty straw mat. Everyone's eyes followed his movements and focused on him, especially the boy named Maher. He was almost frowning as he stared at him without moving an inch.
Brando could not help but shake his head. Was he that scary? He did not do anything on the surface, but as a Gold-ranker, he knew everyone's movements like the back of his hand. Their tense muscles and heavy heartbeats proved that they were very nervous.
However, he did not try to dispel their nervousness. He thought that it was better this way. Although these guys would not reveal his secret for the time being, who would know? It would be good if he could monitor their every move.
Because of his presence, the strange and tense atmosphere in the room lasted until the evening. To be exact, it was after dinner.
Most of the workers arrived at the mine on Sunday night. The silver mine usually started work the next morning. Brando had a lot of time to familiarize himself with the situation here.
However, he did not try the terrible dinner. He could not tell what was cooking in the pot. It was green and sticky, like a witch's potion. It even had a rancid smell. Just one look was enough to make him lose his appetite, let alone eat it.
He was only glad that he had brought enough food with him under Jana's reminder. At the same time, he suspected that the female mercenary leader had done similar work before. Otherwise, how could she be so experienced?
After walking around outside and confirming the location of the other camps, Brando returned to his shed. But this time, as soon as he entered the house, he saw the malnourished boy sitting in the room.
He did not seem to have gone out with the others. Brando looked to the side and found that the girl was accompanying the young man.
He was stunned. "You don't eat?"
Brando thought that the young man was being ostracized by the others. After all, this kind of thing often happened in such groups. It was not rare. However, the young man shook his head. "I don't eat dinner."
The young man did not seem to be afraid of him. He answered calmly.
Not eating dinner? Brando was stunned. "Fasting?" He immediately thought that this was a follower of the Silver Lily Sect. In his impression, only those poor ascetics would have such a strange habit.
The monks of the Silver Lily did not have dinner because they wanted to remember the days when Harut, the Flame King, was on the Great Plains. It was the most difficult period of the human race in the Dark Ages. They wandered the wilderness to escape the pursuit of the Miirnas. Countless people died of starvation on this road.
The boy nodded at Brando's question.
The Silver Lily Sect was a small sect under the Holy Cathedral of Fire. It was very common in the Arreck region, but most of the followers of this sect did not practice fasting, unless they were apprentices who had been taught.
So Brando looked at the young man and asked: "Have you studied under a cultivator before?"
The youth nodded again. "I studied with a cultivator for a period of time. Although I didn't enter the sect, I still received his teachings. Monsieur, 'he answered politely.
"You can read?" Brando asked.
The young man nodded.
This was incredible. Freya only knew a few words when she was the captain of Bucce's militia. This was because she was lucky enough to meet Marden, who was the captain of Bucce's garrison. Marden was very famous in the game. In fact, he was different from the ordinary Erouine soldiers because he was not only literate, but also very knowledgeable.
From this point of view, Brando's grandfather was also the same. However, Brando knew that his ancestors were at least rich. His father was a miller, so it was normal for the family to have passed down education.
The Roman was only literate because of his aunt. It was a joke that the descendants of witches could not read. As for the rest of the people, most of them were illiterate. In this world, there were not many people who could read.
Brando sat down and asked with interest: "If that's the case, why are you still here? Although the Church of the Silver Lily is poor, it is still an official sect recognized by the Holy Cathedral of Fire. "
"Monsieur, I don't know which sect I belong to. The cultivator who taught me has already passed away." The young man replied.
Brando suddenly understood. So that was the case. The young man probably did not receive any formal teachings, so he could only be considered as an ordinary believer.
His interest in this small episode only lasted for a moment. His mind quickly returned to the operation. After the previous investigation, Brando had a preliminary understanding of the general situation in the mine. However, this made him feel more and more troubled.
As far as he knew, the Swordsman, who was their biggest threat in this operation, rarely appeared in the mine. Most of the time, he would stay in the barracks. Of course, it was impossible for them to sneak into the barracks and kill him. It was easy to sneak in, but to kill him and not be discovered was a bit of a fantasy.
Brando could not think of a comprehensive plan at the moment. Fortunately, he had made up his mind to stay here for a week. He could only wait and see if he could find an opportunity during this week.
However, as he was thinking about this, he heard the young man coughing. He turned around and saw that the young man was coughing badly with the help of the young woman. The young man probably noticed his gaze and looked up apologetically. He smiled and replied: "It's an old illness, monsieur. If you feel uncomfortable, you can sit further away."
Brando did not mind. His Constitution was now close to 100. Although he was not immune to all diseases, at least traditional diseases could not affect him. He shook his head and took out a water bag from his backpack: "There is clean water in here."
He knew that the water in the mine was not for humans to drink. Some of the water in the wooden bucket had already become smelly.
"Thank you." The young woman with faint freckles took the water bag from the young man's hand. Then, she looked at Brando strangely.
Brando was puzzled by her look. He did not think too much when he passed the water bag to her. It was just a bag of water. As a modern person who once lived in an era of abundance, Brando obviously did not care about this little thing.
But he didn't realize that in a world like Vaunte, most people living at the bottom of society still believed in the law of the jungle where the strong preyed on the weak. Here, not everyone was willing to lend a helping hand to the weak for free.
In any case, Brando's unintentional action had won him a good impression of the young man. After drinking a mouthful of water, the young man's coughing became more relaxed. However, he did not have the strength to speak. After a moment of silence, the young woman spoke first:
"Monsieur, I heard that you are very powerful?"
Brendel was taken aback for a moment, thinking that this question was rather strange, and he had never considered this question before. Was he considered to be powerful? He compared it to his experience in the past when he was level 130 and shook his head. "Just barely …"
"Just barely is very powerful. I heard that the adventurers outside have a rank called Iron or something. I presume that monsieur is one of them?" The young woman asked.
"It's the Iron rank," the young man added.
Brando looked at the two of them. He did not understand why they were interested in this. However, the division of professions was not a secret. In fact, many civilians knew about it.
"Barely enough, just a little bit more." Brando thought that it was already very eye-catching for someone as young as him to have the strength of an Iron rank. Most of the mercenaries under him were at least in their thirties or forties when they entered the Iron rank.
However, it was better for him to be as inconspicuous as possible. So, he answered casually.
He saw the two of them look at each other. Then, the young woman asked again, "Monsieur, are all adventurers like you? I'm talking about … Black Iron rank? "
Brando looked at them. "Of course not. As you know, those who have the strength of an Iron rank are considered very strong among adventurers."
He was not lying. Who would become an adventurer if they were stronger? Unless they were the kind of people who liked to wander around, but those people were not the majority.
But after answering, he added, "Why are you asking this?"
"We want to go outside and take a look." This time, the young man spoke.
"Go on an adventure?"
The young man nodded.
Brando thought that being an adventurer was not a good choice, but he did not dissuade him. In fact, to a certain extent, being a miner here was not much better. He was also a young man, so he naturally understood the young man's thoughts.
But when he looked at the young man, he suddenly remembered that the young man knew more about the mine than he did. And the young man in front of him seemed to have let down some of his guard against him. Wasn't this a good opportunity to ask for information?
So he thought for a moment and asked, "I heard that some of the tunnels in Schafflund's silver mine are connected to the underground world of Jorgendy Ridge. Is that right?"
"Sir, I don't know what you mean by Jorgendy Ridge." The young man shook his head. "But there are some tunnels that lead to the underground world. Legend has it that no one has ever reached the end of the tunnel. Some people have even gone missing because of it."
Brando thought that Tagiv's information was indeed correct. He suddenly had a vague idea in his mind. "That sounds interesting. Are there any legends related to it?"
The young man exchanged glances with the girl beside him, but this small movement did not escape Brando's eyes. In fact, they already knew that Brando came here with ulterior motives, and now it seemed that he came for the strange legends in the mines. This was indeed fitting of an adventurer.
"Of course." The young man nodded slowly.
"Do you want to hear it, sir?"
"Of course." Brando replied, "If you tell me the details, I can give you a reward." He probably sensed that the other party had misunderstood and was happy to keep the misunderstanding going.
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