Everyone could see Brando's hesitation. Jutta and Scarlet looked at each other without saying a word. The youths all had nervous looks on their faces. Indeed, the difficulty of every challenge in the Arena of Destiny was clear to everyone. If it wasn't for the sudden appearance of that woman in the last challenge, everyone knew that the young man would have already failed.
As for the next challenge, no one dared to say that they were confident.
Brando was the same.
Metisha gently pulled him from behind and whispered: "My Lord, there are more than one card in this set. If we really can't do it, we can just give up."
But he was still hesitant. Vaunte was so big, and there were so many Cards of Fate scattered throughout the world. There were many of them, but the chances of encountering one or two of them were too small.
Brando had played games before, and naturally knew that rare equipment like this could only be obtained once. It was a matter of luck, and if he missed it once, he might not have another chance.
But he was not a reckless person. Even gamblers would stake everything on a single throw to seize that one in a million chance. But if he were to walk into the arena again, he might not even have that one in a million chance.
He thought for a moment and was about to shake his head when he heard a voice: "My Lord, let me give it a try."
He looked up and saw Scarlet struggling to stand up from the cage. The girl's complexion did not look too good, but she still insisted on frowning: "My Lord, I feel that I've recovered some of my strength, and I haven't challenged anyone yet. Let me try —"
Before she could finish, she felt Jutta tugging at her from behind.
She could tell that Brando was quite interested in Cohen's offer. She was worried that if Scarlet volunteered, Brando might really agree. For some reason, when Jutta saw Scarlet's weak back, it was as if she saw her own sister standing in front of her. She instinctively did not want Scarlet to take the risk.
"Let me go, Jutta." Scarlet blocked Jutta's hand.
The female mercenary group leader was stunned.
However, Brando shook his head. "Some?"
The first challenge in the arena was against the Cerberus, a Silver-ranked Cerberus. Even Jutta was no match for it. What use would a red-haired girl who had recovered some of her strength be?
He could tell that Scarlet was at most a Silver Beginner at this time.
"No." Brando answered without much thought, "I can't let you take the risk."
"But …"
Brando did not intend to pay attention to Scarlet, but no matter how important the cards were, they were not as important as the people around him. Gambling with people's lives, Brando did not have the habit of ignoring life like those nobles.
Moreover, if Scarlet was locked in the cage again, would he save her or not?
Brando shook his head and rejected Cohen's suggestion. He looked up at Cohen and shook his head regretfully. Then, he looked at the sky above the Gladiator Arena and was about to reply —
"Eh?"
"Brando, you're here!" A voice that no one had expected rang out. The crisp and pleasant voice made Brando's heart beat wildly. Why was she here? He couldn't help but turn around subconsciously. Sure enough, he saw that familiar face, which was also filled with surprise.
The merchant girl had her hands on her purse and walked in from the other side of the arena. She was with a dwarf, and Brando recognized the dwarf. He remembered that his name was Odum, and he should be a descendant of the Rune Dwarves.
He had seen him once at the 'Trout in the Forest' bar.
But why was the Roman with him? Brando's mind was filled with questions.
Odum did not pay attention to the people around him. The old dwarf raised his head and looked at the surrounding buildings with his eyes wide open. It was as if he was completely immersed in it.
"Brendel —" Unlike him, Roman's attention was completely focused on Brendel from the start, and he did not even spare a glance at anyone else.
The look of surprise on the merchant lady's face quickly turned into a look of deep worry.
She blinked and her eyes turned red. In fact, this was the first time Brando saw the Roman showing such worry in her eyes: "I'm so worried, Brando! Aunt isn't here, and if something happens to Brando … … "
The girl's words softened Brando's heart. He wanted to ask her why she was here, but where were the two angels? Naturally, he could not bring himself to ask that.
The Roman lowered her head and put her feet together. She unconsciously tapped her leather shoes against each other: "The Roman came here secretly. Brando, are you going to scold me now … …"
Even though she said that, the mischievous girl was still sneaking glances at Brendel from the corner of her eyes, as if she was extremely afraid.
Brando could not reprimand her when he saw her like that. Moreover, the Roman did it for his sake. He wanted to teach her a lesson so that she would not run around in the future, but now was not the time.
The young man did not know whether to laugh or cry as he shook his head and his complaints disappeared with the wind.
But a new problem arose. Logically speaking, anyone who entered this place would have to accept a challenge. With the Roman's strength, there was no way she could pass the challenge. Then who would save her?
Brando's scalp went numb. The sixth challenge?
But sometimes, the more he worried about something, the faster it would happen. At this moment, the voice from above came unexpectedly.
"New challenger, do you want to accept the challenge?"
"Eh?" The Roman looked up in confusion. She turned her head and looked left and right as if trying to find where the voice came from.
"Little Roman, give up." Brando gritted his teeth and reminded her. No matter what, he could not leave her here alone. This girl was the first person he met when he came to this world. She was also the one who had gone through life and death with him from the very beginning. In his heart, she was his partner. To him, she had a different meaning than everyone else.
Perhaps she was even more important than the Valkyrie in his heart.
If the revival of Erouine and the fate of the Valkyrie were a dream in his heart, then the merchant girl had a more real meaning to him. He had always seen her as the link between him and this world. This feeling was even deeper than the feelings he had for Brando's family. The two souls in his body made the word family seem close yet distant. It was as if only his grandfather's old face was the most clear.
This was also the reason why he had not considered going back to 'his' home to take a look. Subconsciously, he felt that he was unable to face it.
But the Roman was different.
He promised her that he would protect her and be her Knight.
So Brando touched his sword. He had to fulfill his promise as a man. If he could not win, he would turn into a stone statue with the Roman. Although he was unwilling to accept this, Brando did not regret it.
"My Lord?"
As his summoned creature, Metisha was keenly aware of his thoughts.
"This is my choice," Brando shook his head and smiled, "But I will have to trouble Metisha. You will have to stay here for a while. Maybe it will be a long time until the next master finds you."
"Then the one you summon will not be Metisha." The Silver Elf girl looked at him quietly and said softly, "Metisha only belongs to my Lord. Just like The Shire, every Planeswalker has their own laws and world. The same card does not represent the same person."
Brando's heart skipped a beat.
Metisha looked outside and said softly, "I think Miss Scarlet is the same."
"What do you mean?"
The Silver Elf Princess looked up at him. Her pale silver eyes had a calmness that could see through everything. It was as if the noise of the mortal world had been washed away by her quiet and ethereal eyes.
"Ever since the Grey Wolves Mercenaries disbanded, my Lord has been Miss Scarlet's only hope. Haven't you noticed?" She asked softly.
"How can that be?" Brando was stunned, "Aren't there other members of the Grey Wolves Mercenaries? And that Eke, if I'm not wrong, she should like him. "
"Autn 'smida' ttdokares." Metisha replied in an ethereal voice.
"People need each other …" Brando interpreted this ancient Silver Elf proverb.
The Silver Elf girl nodded, "Because you are valued, you will value the person who values you. There are not many people in this world who can truly be your friend, so we will cherish this hard-won mutual understanding. "
"If Miss Scarlet can feel the importance, then so can Metisha." The Silver Elf Princess smiled, "I only have an illegitimate child, but by my Lord's side, I can feel true respect and courtesy. This is a joy that comes from the heart, and Metisha cherishes it."
She smiled and nodded, "Thank you, my Lord! So please don't feel guilty! "
Brando nodded and looked at the Roman. The merchant girl clearly did not understand the current situation. She looked at the serious Brando in a daze, "What's wrong, Brando, did the Roman do something wrong?"
"No." Brando shook his head, "Compared to doing good with bad intentions, I think doing bad with good intentions is more adorable." He said, "Because the former can only become worse, while the latter can become better, isn't that right?"
He drew his sword.
The surroundings quieted down. Cohen thought for a moment and kept the item in his hand. He did not say anything more. After experiencing it once, everyone knew the rules here. They obviously understood the situation Brando was in now.
That young lady was obviously the one he loved.
So how should he choose?
As for whether or not they would be saved, Cohen suddenly felt that it wasn't too important at this moment. Because if Brando wanted to save them, he would have to go through the seventh challenge, but that was obviously impossible.
Without hope, it would not seem so hopeless.
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