Act 44 Silver Mine(5)

The room became silent after Brando arrived.

But Brando didn't care. He walked into the shed and sat down on the only empty straw mat. Everyone's eyes followed him and focused on him - especially the young man named Maher, who stared at him almost motionless with a frown.

Brando couldn't help but shook his head secretly, thinking that he was that terrible? He didn't make any movements on the surface, but his strength in the golden realm allowed him to know every move of everyone around him. The tense muscles and heavy beating of the other person's heart confirmed that they were very nervous now.

But he didn't try to eliminate the tension, thinking that this was fine - although these guys wouldn't reveal the matter about themselves for the time being, who knew? It would be nice to be able to monitor their every move here.

And because of his presence, the weird and tense atmosphere in the room lasted until after evening, after dinner to be precise.

Because most workers actually arrived at the mining area on Sunday night, the start of silver mine work usually had to wait until the next morning. Brando had a lot of time to familiarize himself with the situation here.

But he didn't try the terrible dinner. It was impossible to tell what was cooking in the pot, and it was green and mushy like a witch's potion - it even smelled rancid. Brando lost his appetite after just one look - let alone eating.

He was only thankful that he had brought enough dry food with Yuta's reminder. At the same time, I also doubted whether the female mercenary leader had done similar work before, otherwise how could she be so experienced.

After walking around outside and confirming the locations of several other camps intentionally or unintentionally, Brando returned to his shed. But this time, as soon as he entered the door, he saw the somewhat malnourished boy sitting in the room.

He didn't seem to go out with anyone else. Brando glanced aside and found that the girl was also accompanying the boy.

He was stunned for a moment: "You don't want to eat?"

Brando thought that this guy was ostracized by others. After all, this kind of thing happens often in this kind of group and is not uncommon. But the frail young man shook his head and said, "I won't eat dinner."

The other person didn't seem afraid of him, but answered calmly.

Skip dinner? Brando was startled: "Fasting?" He immediately thought that these were believers of the Silver Lily Sect. In his impression, only those poor ascetics had such strange habits.

The monks of Silver Lily skip supper;

It is to remember the days when Harut, the King of Fire, was on the Great Plains - those were the most difficult days for mankind in the dark ages. Countless people wandered in the wilderness in order to escape the pursuit of the Min'er people. He died of hunger on the way to escape.

In response to Brando's question, the boy nodded.

The Silver Lily Sect is a small sect affiliated with the Temple of Fire. It is very common in the Anlek area. However, ordinary believers in this sect do not practice fasting unless they are monks and apprentices who have received instructions.

So Brando looked at the young man and asked, "Have you studied under a monk?"

The young man nodded again, "I studied with a monk for a period of time. Although I have never started, I can still be regarded as receiving instruction. Sir." He replied in a decent manner.

"Are you literate?" Brando asked.

The young man nodded.

This is incredible. When Freya was Butch's militia captain, she could only recognize a few words. This was because the Valkyrie was lucky enough to meet Madden as the guard captain; and Madden, as Butch's militia captain, The guard captain is very famous in the game. In fact, the reason why he is completely different from ordinary Eruin veterans is that he is not only literate, but also very knowledgeable.

From this point on, the same goes for Brando's grandfather. However, Brando knew that his ancestors had at least been wealthy. His father was a miller after all, and it was normal for the family to have an inherited education.

As for Roman, it was entirely because of her aunt. It was a joke that the descendants of witches could not read. As for most of the others, they were no different from being illiterate. There were not many literate civilians in this world.

So Brando simply sat down and asked with great interest: "In that case, why are you still here? Although the Silver Lily Church is poor, it is still a formal sect recognized by the Temple of Flame."

"Sir, I don't know which sect I should belong to. The monk who taught me has passed away." The young man replied.

Brando suddenly realized that this was the case. The other party may not have received formal teachings, so he could only be regarded as an ordinary believer.

His interest in this little episode lasted only a moment, and his mind soon returned to the operation. Through previous inspections, Brando had initially figured out the general situation in the mine, but this made him feel more and more troublesome.

As far as he knew, the swordsman—their biggest threat in this operation—actually rarely appeared in the mines and stayed in the barracks most of the time. Of course, they can't get into the military camp and kill each other. It's easy to get in, but it's a bit impossible to kill each other without being discovered.

Brando didn't come up with any comprehensive solution for a while, but fortunately, he had made up his mind to stay here for a week anyway, just to see if he could wait for any opportunities during this week.

But while he was thinking about this, he heard the frail young man coughing on the side; he turned around and saw that the latter was coughing violently with the support of the girl. Probably noticing his gaze, the young man raised his head apologetically, smiled slightly, and replied: "It's an old habit, sir. If you feel uncomfortable, sit farther away -"

Brando didn't take it seriously. He now has a physique close to 100. Not only is he immune to all diseases, at least traditional diseases have nothing to do with him. So he shook his head and took out a water bag from his backpack: "There is clean water in this."

He knew that the water in the mining area was not for human consumption at all, and some of it had already become stinky after being stored in wooden barrels.

"Thank you." The girl with some light freckles on her face took the water bag at the boy's signal, and then gave Brando a strange look.

Her look made Brando confused. He didn't think too much when he handed the water over - it was just a bag of water - as a modern person who once lived in an era of great material abundance, Brando obviously Don't care about this thing.

But he did not realize that in a world like Warnde, most people living at the bottom of society actually believed in the jungle law of the jungle and respected the strong. Not everyone here was willing to work for free. To lend a helping hand to the weak.

But no matter what, Brando's unintentional behavior won him the favor of the other party. After the boy took a sip of water, his cough became obviously much easier. However, he didn't have the strength to speak yet. After a while of silence, the girl spoke first and asked:

"Sir, I heard that you are very powerful?"

Brando was stunned for a moment, thinking that this question was a weird one, but he seemed to have never considered this aspect before. And can I be considered powerful? After comparing his past experience at level 130, he shook his head and replied: "Just barely..."

"It's just that you're very powerful. I heard that among the adventurers outside, there is someone with a certain rank called Black Iron. I guess your husband is also such a person, right?" the girl asked.

"It's the black iron rank." The young man added on the side.

Brando glanced at the two of them and didn't understand why they were interested in this. However, the division of professional levels is not a secret there. In fact, many civilians also know about it.

"Barely enough, just a little bit worse." Brando imagined that he was already very eye-catching with black iron strength at such a young age. Most of the mercenaries in his hands who entered the black iron level were at least 30 or 40 years old. of prime age.

However, of course he wanted to be as inconspicuous as possible here, so he answered casually.

He saw the two people opposite looked at each other, and then the girl asked: "Sir, are all adventurers like you? I mean...the black iron rank?"

Brando glanced at them. "Of course not. As you know, people with black iron strength are already considered very powerful among adventurers."

He didn't lie. No matter how powerful he was, who would wander around and become an adventurer? Unless he was the kind of person who likes to wander around, but that kind of person is not in the majority after all.

But after answering, he added a question: "Why do you ask this?"

"We want to go outside and take a look." This time the boy spoke.

"Going on an adventure?"

The young man nodded.

Brando thought that being an adventurer was not a good choice, but he did not dissuade him. To a certain extent, being a miner here is not much better in his opinion. He is also a young man and naturally understands the other person's thoughts.

But when he looked at the other party, he suddenly remembered that the other party knew more about this mine than he did, and the other party seemed to have lost some of his wariness about him. Isn't this a good opportunity to inquire about the news.

So he thought for a moment and asked: "I heard that in the mine tunnels of the silver mine in Schavlund, it is said that some tunnels were dug through to connect to the underground world of Jogendigang below, right?"

"Sir, I don't know what place you are talking about, Jogendigang." The young man shook his head: "But some of the tunnels under this silver mine do lead to the underground. Legend has it that no one has ever been able to walk from there to the end. Someone disappeared because of this. "

Brando thought that sure enough, it seemed that the information provided by Tajib was not wrong. Suddenly a vague idea came to his mind, so he said: "It sounds interesting. Is there any related legend?"

The boy exchanged a look with the girl next to him again, but this subtle movement did not escape Brando's eyes. In fact, they had known that Brando had come for other reasons. Now it seems that he really came for the weird legends under the mine. This is in line with the identity 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 carefully, I can pay you -" He probably sensed the misunderstanding of the other party and was happy to keep this misunderstanding.

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