Amber Sword-Chapter 605 - 51st Act: King of the Underground (2) (2nd update, seeking support)_2
In her dream, she dreamt of being buried under a blood-red tree. The roots of the tree pierced her body, the crimson tendrils entangled her, and continuously drew her blood, yet she couldn’t move at all.
This wasn’t the first time that she had such a dream, but this time it was particularly vivid. She felt a deep-seated uneasiness, subconsciously thinking that this nightmare might be related to the Divine Blood within her.
"What’s the matter? Are you alright?" Brand asked with concern as he saw Qian close her eyes.
The red-haired girl moved slightly and immediately let out a groan of pain. She felt there must be an injury on her leg. Looking down, she saw a long gash, with blood soaking through her battle robe, staining it red.
Her heart tightened slightly. Logically speaking, the rocks, though sharp, shouldn’t be able to hurt someone with their level of strength—let alone that she was, in fact, a Divine Envoy. Her body’s resilience, resistance, and recovery capabilities surpassed even Brand’s.
This was not normal.
The vague unease in Qian’s heart grew stronger. She instinctively tried to sit up, but the sharp pain made her gasp and she lay back down again. The girl lay on the ground, panting heavily, with cold sweat on her forehead, but at this moment, she strangely didn’t feel any pain. Instead, another thought filled her mind:
Where was her strength?
She clearly remembered that she possessed the Golden Power because of becoming a Divine Envoy, didn’t Lord also say the same?
But just now, Qian felt she had no strength at all, a feeling she hadn’t experienced for many years, weak and powerless, just like an ordinary person.
Her strength had vanished—
She lay on the ground, eyes unfocused, suddenly feeling a sense of panic and helplessness.
When Macaro dissolved the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group, she experienced something similar—everything she relied on and trusted seemed to lose its meaning as if a great despair was choking her.
Unable to breathe—
It was Brand who pulled her out of that hopeless situation. The young lord gathered most of the original members of the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group, giving her a reason to continue.
The girl had barely emerged from that shadow, adapting to a new life—even starting to like this kind of life! At least in the past, she was just one of the insignificant members, while Ecco and Yuta were the most outstanding in the eyes of the squad leader.
But here, whether it was because of the Golden Power she gained from the Divine Blood or not, at least she felt valued by Brand.
Her existence was not insignificant; she was one of the most important powers within Lord ’s group.
Moreover, she could continue to fight alongside the original members of the Gray Wolf Mercenaries.
All of this made Qian feel satisfied, even if it was possibly very short-lived.
She had foreseen that she would one day become a Divine Envoy and lose everything she had. But she didn’t expect Lord Marsha to seemingly play a joke on her just as she had integrated into this environment—only to find that her strength had completely vanished.
Now, she was no different from an ordinary person, maybe even weaker.
However, Qian knew that a noble wouldn’t need a house servant without any abilities. Although Antitina was also just an ordinary person, the girl admitted she wasn’t as clever and learned as her.
Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but start to tremble a little.
"What’s wrong?" Brand asked again as he saw Qian’s pale face and silence.
"Lord..." Qian whispered, "I, I don’t have any strength left."
Brand was stunned. He thought it was normal to be exhausted from blood loss, but he found it strange because, according to the Divine Envoy’s body strength, she shouldn’t have been so seriously injured.
But what was even stranger was Qian’s peculiar statement—this girl lay on the ground, pale, weakly saying to him: Lord, I don’t have any strength left.
What did that mean? Was she asking him to support her?
If Little Roman looked like this, Brand could understand, but in his impression, Qian was an emotionally restrained girl. She was just shy of being like Furlo, who always had a stern face.
Something abnormal must be happening.
Brand first carefully observed if Qian had become a Divine Envoy and was pretending to ambush him. However, the obvious signs of a Divine Envoy were well-known to him, and she didn’t seem to be controlled by the Divine Blood.
So he looked puzzled: "Yes?"
But Qian’s mind was in turmoil, not noticing Brand’s confusion. Her mind was filled with the image of Macaro’s decisive and ruthless demeanor, a person she once saw as both father and mentor. She couldn’t help but try to suppress her panic and repeated:
"Lord, I don’t have my original strength anymore. I’m afraid I can’t keep up with you..."
Brand was again taken aback, wondering what this was about? But then he suddenly understood, and tentatively asked: "You lost the Golden Power?"
Qian’s face turned pale and she slowly nodded.
"I see." Brand then nodded.
Now it was Qian’s turn to be stunned.
She had imagined Brand’s reaction numerous times, fearing a repeat of the scene from that day. But she didn’t expect this reaction from Brand—a look of sudden realization!
"It’s alright," Brand then shook his head. He knew that what was happening to Qian was not a good sign. This indicated that the conflict of the Divine Blood was intensifying, and when she regained her strength, she would become a true Divine Envoy.
That wouldn’t take long, at most several days, at least a few hours—that moment, the girl’s strength would reach new heights, but it would no longer belong to her original self.
Of course, he couldn’t say that directly and instead comforted her: "It’s okay, can’t you stand up?"
Qian was completely stunned, nodding in confusion.
Brand reached out his hand: "I’ll help you up."
Brand said it in a low voice, with a hint of sympathy for this poor girl, which made it sound gentle. But these words felt like an arrow piercing through all her defenses, hitting her heart directly.
She felt her tears well up.
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