"Right now, there's only one elevator in Area A03 that can be used, but Mister Odum, are you sure you want to go down?" The foreman asked, his eyes darting between the dwarf and the Roman.
He brought Odum deep into the mine's tunnel, and there were more than ten soldiers following behind them. Perkins was scared out of his wits by Kodan's disappearance, and Odum was his only hope. When the old dwarf appeared in front of him and asked him to take a look at the mines, he was overjoyed.
As for the Roman?
The clerk, who seemed to be grasping at straws, did not notice that there was such a person beside the old dwarf. Moreover, this dwarf was going to save him from the fire and water. As for whether the dwarf was willing to take his illegitimate daughter down, that was his freedom, wasn't it?
Odum snorted when he heard the foreman's question: "Nonsense, why else would I be here?" He turned around and looked at the soldiers who were trembling in fear. It was obvious that the rumors about the mine had scared them out of their wits. "If you don't want to go down, you can stay up here."
The soldiers sighed in relief: "But what if the lord asks?" Someone asked.
"What does that have to do with me?" If it wasn't for the fact that it would be troublesome to bring these soldiers with him, he wouldn't have wanted to go into the mines alone. Who knew if the rumors about the monsters were true? There were so many people who had witnessed the monsters, so it might be true. Although the old dwarf had some skills, he wasn't that good at it. "You can go and explain yourselves. Don't you know how to lie? It's not like I'm going to expose you —"
The soldiers nodded in agreement: "You're truly a good man, Mister Odum." They all said in unison.
The group quickly came to the elevator, and Romaine looked at it from left to right. If there weren't so many people around, she might have touched it out of curiosity. But the dwarf had already pulled her up while she was hesitating.
The foreman did not follow them this time: "Mister Odum, I won't be sending you off. Be careful."
The dwarf snorted: "Of course. You humans are so cowardly."
Everyone's expression turned strange, and only the foreman was a little more restrained. He awkwardly asked: "Mister Odum, you know how to operate this machine, right?"
"Nonsense."
The old dwarf angrily pulled down a few levers, and the elevator immediately rumbled to life. It slowly descended to the lower level, and soon, the foreman and the soldiers were left on the upper level. As the elevator sank, the surrounding scenery became a rapidly descending rock wall, and the air became dry and hot.
When there were no outsiders around, the Roman became lively and active. She tried to touch the rocks around her. But she was pulled back by the dwarf, and he glared at her: "Do you want to die?"
"I'm sorry!" Romaine apologized in the shortest time in human history.
It was at this moment that the elevator landed on the rock layer below and stopped, causing the two of them to sway. The old dwarf raised his torch and looked around. The fourth floor of the mine was as narrow as ever.
He thought for a moment, and then extinguished the torch.
But he immediately noticed a problem — he did not bring any illumination crystals. Of course, he could still bring the Roman back to the first floor to chase after those people. They must have something similar on them, but Odum snorted. He could not bring himself to do that.
Moreover, dwarves could see in the dark, so he decided to continue moving forward.
"It's dark." The girl's voice came from the darkness, and her eyes were bright in the darkness.
"Shh!" Odum sniffed. After entering the fourth floor, the air became thinner, and he did not dare to use any flames. "Just follow me." The dwarf said.
"Why don't we have any illumination?" The Roman asked.
"That's because we're underground. Underground, air is precious."
"Illumination crystals?"
"We don't have that —"
"But it's so dark."
"There's nothing we can do about it!"
"The Roman wants light."
"Lower your voice —" The old dwarf's words were suddenly stuck in his throat because he suddenly felt a soft light shining from behind him, brightening up the surroundings.
He rubbed his eyes, thinking that it was just an illusion.
The dwarf's eyes widened, and he turned around to see the Roman raising her hand. Her palm was emitting a gentle white light.
"How … … How did this come about?" Odum stuttered.
"I don't know either." The Roman looked at her palm, "It can shine on its own. It's quite interesting!"
"You don't know either?" Odum thought that the dwarf was making fun of him.
"Yes," The Roman nodded obediently: "I was thinking that it would be great if there was light. It lit up, isn't it?"
"Is this the first time?"
"Yes."
The dwarf touched the Roman's forehead.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Odum shook his head: "I heard that there's a group of people who are ostracized by witches and wizards. They have magical blood flowing through their veins —" He paused for a moment: "Is your family the same as you?"
The Roman thought for a moment: "Brando said that my aunt is a witch."
"Witch?" Odum's eyes widened: "Impossible! Witches and that … … are enemies. Unless she's not your real aunt. Were you adopted? "
"My aunt is my aunt." Romaine said angrily.
Odum raised his eyebrows. [What does a dwarf like me have to do with other people's family matters?] He suddenly felt that ever since he met this little girl, he seemed to have more and more problems. He scratched his head and replied, "Alright, it's good to have a light. Follow me closely. Don't get lost here alone. This is not a joke —"
"Alright." The Roman nodded obediently.
But her obedience only lasted for a few seconds before she asked curiously: "What's that, old man?"
Odum was startled and turned around subconsciously.
… …
Orthlyss's words reminded Brendel of the night when the War of the Black Roses broke out, and everything that happened in Bucce. At that time, he was just an ordinary young man in this world. He was surrounded by the undead and it took him a lot of effort to escape with the Roman.
But what happened that night was not as simple as it seemed. He touched his chest as if he could still feel the pain of being stabbed by the undead. When he was rescued by Freya and her militia from the Red Pine Forest, most of the fatal wounds on his body had healed. He thought that it was an additional effect of the 'Unyielding' talent.
But now, it seemed that the one who saved his life was Orthlyss.
He looked at her and she nodded.
"Thank you." He replied.
"No need, little one," Orthlyss smiled: "I'm your Holy Seal's Spirit. Saving you is helping myself. I don't want to go back to sleep for such a long time."
Brando's heart skipped a beat when he heard this. Does that mean that Orthlyss will help me whenever I'm in danger? If that's the case, then the previous few dangerous situations did not seem to be a problem at all. It was just that it was not the most dangerous time yet.
Orthlyss was a Knight who followed the Wind Empress Saint-ausol. Although Brando had spent most of his time in the game and did not know much about the legendary King of the North, the Elven King Delut was someone who was as famous as the Flame King Gretel. Presumably, the Flame King's followers were at least at the peak of the Elemental Realm, and the 24 Knights of the Wind Empress would not be too weak.
Brando felt a sense of satisfaction when he thought about having an NPC who was at least level 80 protecting him. He remembered that there was a quest in The Amber Sword where he had to escort a wizard from the Tower of Stars and Moon to investigate a forest that had been distorted by magic. In that quest, it was actually a low-level player working with a high-level NPC. The feeling of being led by an NPC was still fresh in his mind. It was the only time he enjoyed the thrill of crushing a dungeon of the same level.
Brando could not help but sneak a glance at Orthlyss.
He didn't expect her to see right through him. The Elf woman had seen through his thoughts. She closed her eyes and said solemnly: "But even so, the Holy Seal's Spirit has been stripped of its power. Other than the inheritance of swordsmanship and some secret techniques, I don't have much power. Don't expect too much, little one — "
"Huh?"
Brendel's little scheme was exposed, and he felt extremely embarrassed, his face flushed red. But at the same time, he felt that it was a pity.
Orthlyss continued: "In the end, the Holy Seal's Spirit only represents the power of inheritance. In fact, there are a total of four rings that have been lost to the human world. Your grandfather was able to obtain them because we owe your ancestors a favor. "
"Ancestors?"
Orthlyss did not want to talk about this.
Brando was not embarrassed this time. It was not the first time he had been rejected by NPCs in the game. This was especially true when it came to legendary existences. They were very tight-lipped, and if he did not meet the necessary conditions, he would not be able to get anything useful out of them.
But at least Brando knew that his grandfather was hiding something from him and Brando's father. This was very similar to what he had guessed. His grandfather was not only a noble, but his identity was also not simple.
But he did not ask.
Because at this time, a row of text appeared in his vision, urging him to choose his reward. He had wasted too much time talking with Orthlyss. The atmosphere in the arena was beginning to change, and the host did not give the challengers much time to prepare. If he did not make a decision quickly, his opponent would probably start the next challenge.
He saw that Metisha had come to his side again. It seemed that this Elven girl thought that he was going to start the next challenge. The surroundings were also quiet. Kodan seemed to be thinking about something, and the youths were looking forward to it.
… …
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