Orthlyss's method was simple. Since the Blood of Gods was invading and devouring the original soul, it was a battle on the spiritual level.
One of the methods was to destroy the Blood of Gods, but since that was not possible, there was another way to think about it.
The Knight's suggestion was to find a way to strengthen Scarlet's soul.
When it came to strengthening a person's soul, there was no one better than wizards and Elementalists in this aspect.
Orthlyss told Brando that she had thought of this method because she remembered another special use of the Golden Apple. The Golden Apple was also known as the Language of the Fairies, and was the most precious gift to wizards and Elementalists.
However, it was not easy to use this method to strengthen one's soul. After all, for a native like Scarlett, leveling up was not something that could be done as long as Brendel gained experience. It was a long and arduous process.
But for Scarlet, even with the help of the Golden Apple, she could only delay it for one or two years.
Orthlyss's suggestion was to let Scarlet and the Blood of God fight for the power of the Golden Apple, but this was also very difficult. First of all, the speed of absorption was different. Unless Scarlet reached the level of an Elemental Awakener or an Elementalist within two years, this suggestion was not very realistic.
But to reach the level of an Elementalist within two years …
Brando thought about it and shook his head.
But no matter what, it was better to have a way than to have no way. Although it was difficult to promote a person to the level of an Elementalist, it was not impossible. At least, Brando knew that there were some harsh methods to achieve it.
But now, he could only try his best.
Of course, he did not tell anyone about this and buried it in his heart.
In the end, Brando gently closed the door. Metisha, Felaern, and The Shire followed him out of the house. Although Scarlet had temporarily recovered, her body was still very weak. It was not suitable for her to be disturbed too much. Brendel only arranged for Amandina to accompany her.
Of course, he did not wake up the Roman who was sleeping soundly. It was not that he did not want to, but it was Amandina's idea.
"Then let her sleep a little longer," Brando thought. In fact, he also felt a little sorry for the little Roman. Back in Schafflund, this self-proclaimed merchant girl's workload was even heavier than his, and after returning here, she accompanied Scarlett for a day and a night.
Brando rubbed his throbbing temples. Even though it was temporary, the golden apple had finally solved one of his worries. He just didn't know what kind of 'seasoning' the little female dragon had added to the apple, so he couldn't tell for the time being.
"My Lord."
The Shire called from behind. The young squire still had one hand on his abdomen and was bending over with a grimace, but his face was now a little more serious.
Brando glanced at him, then turned around and walked forward. "Speak," he replied.
"The number of people coming from Pallas has clearly increased."
"Where? Abies?" Brando asked.
"No, this is the information from the Red Copper Dragon and the others."
"Menta?"
The Shire nodded.
"Oh?" Brando was a little surprised. This was the first time he had received news from the Red Copper Dragon and the others after so many days.
Although the young man had arranged for the 'Amber Sword' to take advantage of the situation and attack Menta's old lair, even he himself wasn't sure if the Red Copper Dragon and the others would actually listen to him.
Once a person had power, they would become arrogant. Perhaps Retto wouldn't, but it was hard to say for the people around him.
He slowly revealed an interested expression and asked The Shire to report the information from the other side. From the young Magus, the young man learned the whole story.
After Menta sent out his troops, the person in charge of the castle was his eldest son. In order to prevent his son from killing his other brothers while he was away, Menta didn't leave many troops in the castle.
However, this created a perfect opportunity for Retto and the others. They took advantage of the night to launch a sneak attack. As for the enemies, they didn't expect them to be so daring and ended up as captives.
After taking control of the castle, the Red Copper Dragon did the same thing as Brando. He used Menta's eldest son as a puppet and had him gather all of Menta's retainers, manor owners, nobles, and even the monks of the Menta area. Then, he took them down in one fell swoop during the so-called 'banquet'.
After that, Leto immediately ordered his men to spread out in the Macsen area, leading the refugees from Fortress Riedon to eliminate a few bandit groups and forcefully take control of the area.
Of course, the whole process wasn't as smooth as it was described. However, Retto, Mano, Batom, Uriel, and the former captain of the White-Mane army, Taron, played a decisive role. If it wasn't for them, the refugees from Fortress Riedon would have been nothing more than a bunch of refugees.
Much to Brando's surprise, when the 'Amber Sword' first sent out their troops, there were some differences. However, Uriel, Batom, and Taron were firmly on his side.
Taron was a silent and obedient soldier. Brando didn't find it strange that he made this decision. As for Batom following him in Braggs, it was also understandable.
However, why would this captain from Fortress Riedon side with him? Why would he side with him like this?
Of course, as mentioned before, Brando had a good habit. If he couldn't figure it out, he would temporarily stop thinking about it to avoid a headache. All in all, this was excellent news for him.
"Uncle Retto, you did well!" Brando wasn't stingy with his praise.
In his heart, he approved of the other party's actions. He originally hoped that the 'Amber Sword' mercenary group would be able to take over Lord Macsen's Mince Castle, but he didn't expect Copper Dragon to give him such a surprise.
From the information he received, Retto and the others had already taken over half of Macsen's territory. Although this meant that Lord Macsen's governance wasn't good enough, the results were still beyond his expectations.
This was very important. Macsen, Schafflund, and Baron Abies' territory were the gateway to the Palas region. If they could control Macsen, it would be equivalent to controlling the future battlefield.
"You mean," Brando asked again, "Someone from the mercenary group is coming?"
The Shire nodded.
"Who is it?"
The young squire once again showed a playful expression and smiled, "Why don't you take a guess, my lord?"
"Guess?" Brando tilted his head forty-five degrees and glanced at his squire from the corner of his eyes.
The Shire saw that Brando's right index finger, middle finger, and thumb were already on Halran Gaia's hilt and cried out in fear, "No, no, my lord, I mean, it's better if I tell you —"
In fact, there was no need for him to say anything. Brando brought the three of them down the spiral staircase to the hall on the first floor and saw the person waiting there.
The former captain of Fortress Riedon's cavalry.
The young man was slightly startled. He originally thought that it would be Batom, because that boorish mercenary group leader had been with him for the longest time and understood him the most.
In fact, Gasol was also startled when he saw Brando.
He hadn't seen Brando for almost half a year, and now this young man brought The Shire, Metisha, and the Wild Elf girl out from the shadows of the hall. His temperament and appearance were completely different from the young man he saw in Fortress Riedon.
At first glance, Gasol didn't dare to go up and greet him.
After half a year of adventuring, trekking in the wilderness, and tempering in blood and fire, Brando no longer had the shyness and childishness of a young man. This young lord slightly pursed his lips, which symbolized the resoluteness and determination in his heart. His eyes were sharp, as if they could pierce through a person's heart with a single glance.
The young man was wearing a black robe, the fabric was slightly gray, but it didn't reduce his temperament at all. The aura was as sharp as an unsheathed sword. Brando held the hilt of his sword with one hand and sized up Gasol.
That casual glance made Gasol's hair stand on end. He had only seen such an aura from Tiger Luc Beson.
Cold, resolute, this was an aura that came from the battlefield.
"My … Lord?" The former captain of the security cavalry hesitated for a moment, then left his seat and stood up subconsciously. At that moment, he was secretly surprised. Not only did Brando's aura change, but there was also an even more minute detail that made his heart skip a beat.
Gasol was very clear about Brando's original strength. The strongest he could be was no higher than a Silver, or even a Silver. Of course, even though the strength of an Iron rank was commendable for such a young man, it was still acceptable. But now, the young man standing in front of Gasol gave him an even bigger shock.
He could no longer sense his opponent's strength.
Or to put it more accurately, it was bottomless.
Gasol was originally only an Iron rank, but after half a year of adventuring, whether it was his swordsmanship or absolute strength, he had made great progress. His strength was now firmly at the peak of Iron rank, and he could vaguely feel the boundary of Silver.
His improvement could be said to be the fastest among everyone, second only to Taron. Originally, he wasn't a match for Retto, but now he could fight him to a draw.
But even so, he found that he could no longer see through Brando's strength. The young man's hand was placed on the hilt of his sword, and his aura naturally formed a whole. This was the sign of great swordsmanship — Master rank. The former captain of the security cavalry couldn't believe his eyes.
He thought that his improvement was fast enough, but he didn't think that Brando's improvement was even faster than his, and even exceeded his imagination.
In just half a year, the young man had surpassed him by two ranks or even more? Even a genius wouldn't be able to do this! Gasol was dumbfounded. Above two ranks, wasn't that the strength of an Intermediate Silver rank? He couldn't imagine this speed.
Brando nodded at him.
"I didn't think it would be you who came," the young man said frankly, "You've worked hard."
"My lord," Gasol sincerely lowered his head this time. Brando had led them out of Fortress Riedon, and at that time he had established his prestige in everyone's hearts.
Everyone remembered the high-spirited figure who led them to charge into the undead army.
But as time passed, some people started to forget the initial gratitude. When Brando asked them to attack Macsen's territory, this order caused a huge uproar in the mercenary group.
Many people disagreed with this order: attacking a legitimate noble was a bit outrageous and audacious.
But it was him, Taron, and Batom who stood up to support this order. He didn't know what Taron and Batom were thinking, but he had his own ideas.
Him, Gasol? Cados was once the captain of the security cavalry in Fortress Riedon. With the support of the nobles behind him, he could do whatever he wanted in that small place. Other than the White-Mane army and the nobles, everyone had to respectfully call him captain Gasol.
But Gaspard was no fool. He knew that behind this respect was fear and even hatred. But at that time, he didn't care. In his eyes, the world was one-sided and one-sided. Only those with power and authority could rise above others.
Until Brando led them to defeat the dark undead of Madara, who were much stronger than the nobles in Fortress Riedon, and even made them tremble in fear, only then did he realize that there was a power in this world that could make people's blood boil.
It was a power that could make people devote themselves wholeheartedly to it.
Young people call it an ideal.
Retto told him that it was faith.
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